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SABÁKÁR SE JE ÁNKHIR TÁRÁ
TÁRE CINI NÁ, TÁRE JÁNI NÁ

ÁCHE KÁCHE KÁCHE TABU DEKHI NÁ
KENO BUJHI NÁ KENO BUJHI NÁ
TÁRE CINI NÁ, TÁRE JÁNI NÁ

ANDHA MOHA MORE D́HEKE CHILO
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ANDHA MOHA MORE D́HEKE CHILO
CHANDA HÁRÁ MAN KENDE CHILO
TAMASÁ SARÁTE CHANDA BHARITE
TÁRE D́ÁKI KENO JE SE ELONÁ
TÁRE CINI NÁ, TÁRE JÁNI NÁ

TÁRII CHANDE NÁCE VISHVA SÁRÁ
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TÁRII CHANDE NÁCE VISHVA SÁRÁ
EKÁ ÁMI KENO RABO CHANDA HÁRÁ
TÁRI DYUTITE HÁSE GRAHA TÁRÁ
MOR PÁNE KENO SE TÁKÁY NÁ
TÁRE CINI NÁ, TÁRE JÁNI NÁ

SABÁKÁR SE JE ÁNKHIR TÁRÁ
TÁRE CINI NÁ, TÁRE JÁNI NÁ

He who is the pupil of all eyes,
I do know Him,
I do recognise Him.

He remains close,
yet I did not see Him.
Why did I not understand?

Blind infatuation had engulfed me,
my mind was without rhythm and I was crying.
To have my darkness removed,
and to become filled with rhythm instead,
why didn’t I call,
why didn’t He come?

At His rhythm the whole world dances.
Why should I remain alone without any rhythm?
By His effulgence planets and stars smile.
But why does He not look at me?