MANER MAYÚR TOMÁR TARE
ÚRDDHVE CEYE NECE JÁY
JÁNE NÁ SE KON AJÁNÁY
THÁKO TUMI NIRÁLÁY
MANER MAYÚR TOMÁR TARE
ÚRDDHVE CEYE NECE JÁY
KONO MÁNÁI MÁNE NÁ SE
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KONO MÁNÁI MÁNE NÁ SE
GHARER BÁNDHAN BÁNDHABE KI SE
VALGÁ VIHIIN TURAG SAMA
AJÁNÁ KONO PATHE DHÁY
MANER MAYÚR TOMÁR TARE
ÚRDDHVE CEYE NECE JÁY
PRIITIR D́ORE BÁNDHÁ PARE
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PRIITIR D́ORE BÁNDHÁ PARE
SAB BÁDHÁ KEI TUCCHA KARE
DURDAM DHÚMA KETUR SURE
CHANDE TÁLE GIITI GÁY
MANER MAYÚR TOMÁR TARE
ÚRDDHVE CEYE NECE JÁY
The peacock of my mind keeps dancing,
ever higher unto You.
It does not know in which unknown place
You secludedly dwell.
It does not heed to any prohibition.
How can domestic bondages bind it?
Like a horse without bridles,
it rushes forth on an unknown path.
Tied by the rope of love,
it ignores all restrictions.
Along to the beats and rhythm of an insuppressible comet,
it sings its song.