DOLÁ DIYE JÁY DUHKA BHOLÁY
KÁCHE T́ENE NEY KE SE
KÁCHE T́ENE NEY KE SE
BINÁ PARICAYE ÁSE SE HRDAYE
BOLE NÁKO SUKHI SE KISE
KÁCHE T́ENE NEY KE SE
KÁCHE T́ENE NEY KE SE
HÁRÁI HÁRÁI SADÁI BHAYA PÁI
ÁVARIYÁ RÁKHI SAYATANE TÁI
BHÁVER DEULE MÁNAS MAINJILE
HÁSE SE MALAY VÁTÁSE
KÁCHE T́ENE NEY KE SE
KÁCHE T́ENE NEY KE SE
JÁNITE CÁHI NÁ TÁR PARICAYA
BHARE RAYECHE SE ÁMÁR HRDAY
TÁHÁRE PEYECHI MUGDHA HOYECHI
DEKHI NIKO GUŃE DOŚE
KÁCHE T́ENE NEY KE SE
KÁCHE T́ENE NEY KE SE
DOLÁ DIYE JÁY DUHKA BHOLÁY
KÁCHE T́ENE NEY KE SE
KÁCHE T́ENE NEY KE SE
Who is He,
constantly revolving around me,
so as to make me forget my sorrows,
and pulling me ever closer?
Without even introducing Himself,
He enters my heart,
unconcerned about whether or not I am happy about it.
Having lost Him time and again,
I am afraid.
Hence, I have now kept Him carefully protected.
In the temple of ideation,
as I mentally long for my cherished goal,
He smiles in the sandal breeze.
I am not desirous of Him introducing Himself.
He has already filled my heart.
I remain thrilled in His attainment,
beyond good or bad qualities.