ÁMI, TOMÁY CEYE CHILUM PRIYA
DUHKHE SUKHE MANER MÁJHE
BHÁVA BHÁVANÁR VYAINJANÁTE
ALAKHA DYUTIR MOHAN SÁJE
DUHKHE SUKHE MANER MÁJHE
TIMIR GHERÁ DUHKHER RÁTE
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TIMIR GHERÁ DUHKHER RÁTE
UPACE PAŔÁ ASHRU PÁTE
HÁSI KHUSHIIR MURCHANÁTE
ÁSHÁY BHARÁ BHÁŚÁY KHUNJE
DUHKHE SUKHE MANER MÁJHE
KHUNJE CHILUM PHULER VANE
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KHUNJE CHILUM PHULER VANE
JYOTSNÁ JHARÁ CANDRÁNANE
TOMÁR MÁDHURIR RAŃANE
MADIRATÁY MADHUR LÁJE
DUHKHE SUKHE MANER MÁJHE
ÁMI, TOMÁY CEYE CHILUM PRIYA
DUHKHE SUKHE MANER MÁJHE
O beloved,
I have loved You in my mind during pain and pleasure.
I have loved You through feelings and ideations,
in the charming decoration of unseen effulgence.
During nights of pain engulfed in darkness,
with tears overflowing,
in the psychic stupor of joy and pleasure,
I have remained in search of optimism.
I have searched in the floral garden,
in the face of the light-radiating moon,
in the resonance of Your sweetness,
with the sweet shyness of intoxication.