MANER MAYUR, MANER MAYUR
MANER MAYUR
UŔE JÁY, JÁY, JÁY, JÁY
KONO BÁDHÁ NÁ SE JÁNE
KONO MÁNÁ NÁ SE MÁNE
KALÁP MELE NECE CALE
KON SE AJÁNÁY
JÁY, JÁY, JÁY
SARIT GIRI BÁT́ PERIYE
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SARIT GIRI BÁT́ PERIYE
TEPÁNTARER MÁT́H D́INGIYE
KÁSHER VANE DOLÁ DIYE
DHÁY, DHÁY, DHÁY
JÁY, JÁY, JÁY
PRIYA ÁMÁR DHYEYA ÁMÁR
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PRIYA ÁMÁR DHYEYA ÁMÁR
SAKAL GUŃER EK SAMÁHÁR
COKHER MAŃI TUMI SABÁR
TOMÁY SABÁI CÁY, CÁY, CÁ
Y, JÁY, JÁY, JÁY
MANER MAYUR, MANER MAYUR
MANER MAYUR
UŔE JÁY, JÁY, JÁY, JÁY
My mental peacock keeps flying.
It does not know any obstruction.
It does not heed to any prohibition.
Spreading its wings,
it dances in an unknown sphere.
Crossing streams, mountains and roads,
passing through fields in the wilderness,
shaking the forests of tall grass,
it rushes on.
O beloved,
object of my meditation,
You are the aggregate of all attributes
You are the pupil of everyone’s eyes.
Everyone loves You.