DINER PARE DIN CALE JÁY
TOMÁR PATH CEYE
ÁMÁR YUGA JE JÁY
KEU BOJHE NÁ MANER VYATHÁ
ÁMI ASAHÁYA
DINE BHÁVI ÁSBE RÁTE
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DINE BHÁVI ÁSBE RÁTE
ÁSHÁR PRADIIP NIYE HÁTE
TANDRÁ VIHIIN ÁNKHI PÁTE
D́HÁLBE SUDHÁ DHÁRÁYA
RÁTE BHÁVI ÁSACHO PRÁTE
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RÁTE BHÁVI ÁSACHO PRÁTE
ARUŃA UŚÁR RAKTIMÁBHE
PÚRVÁCALE ÁLO JVELE
SABÁRE TAMASÁYA
ÁMÁR YUGA JE JÁY
DINER PARE DIN CALE JÁY
TOMÁR PATH CEYE
ÁMÁR YUGA JE JÁY
Days after days,
ages after ages,
pass by,
while I await You,
and eagerly look towards the path of Your arrival.
I remain helpless.
No one understands my mental agony.
During daytime,
I hope You would come at night,
carrying in hand the lamp of hope,
and pour into my anxious eyes a flow of nectar.
During nighttime,
I hope You would come in the morning,
along the dawn’s crimson glow,
that rises in the eastern horizon,
and provide illumination and light wherever there is darkness.