TOMÁR KATHÁY TAVA KARUŃÁY
DIN MOR CALE JÁY
DIN MOR CALE JÁY
CHANDA PATAN HOY NÁ KAKHANO
CALÁR GATI DHÁRÁY
DIN MOR CALE JÁY
DIN MOR CALE JÁY
CALÁR SÚTRA KOTHÁY NÁ JÁNI
KABEI BÁ SHEŚA TÁHÁO SHUNINI
DOLÁ DIYE JÁY MADHU DYOTANÁY
SE PULAKE MAN DHÁY
DIN MOR CALE JÁY
DIN MOR CALE JÁY
DHARAŃIIR JATA GLÁNI GAINJANÁ
HATÁSHÁR JVÁLÁ GHRIŃÁ LÁINCHANÁ
SAB BHESE JÁY TAVA BHÁVANÁY
TAVA DHYÁN DHÁRAŃÁY
DIN MOR CALE JÁY
DIN MOR CALE JÁY
TOMÁR KATHÁY TAVA KARUŃÁY
DIN MOR CALE JÁY
DIN MOR CALE JÁY
Thinking of You,
by Your grace,
my days are passing.
In the flow of movement,
rhythm never declines.
I do not know where the thread
that controls all movement is.
Neither have I heard when that movement will end.
With sweet and figurative expressions,
it continues rocking.
And along that joy,
my mind rushes.
All the burns of disappointment, slander, blame,
humiliation and hatred in this world,
keep floating
in Your thought,
Your contemplation
and Your meditation.