VARAŚÁ RÁTE. EI VARAŚÁ RÁTE
ÁNDHÁR DHARÁTE
TUMI KI PHELILE CARAŃ
MANETE ÁCHO JÁNI MANERI RÁJÁ MÁNI
BÁHIRE ELE KI KÁRAŃ
TUMI KI PHELILE CARAŃ
BÁHIRER JALADHÁRÁ ÁNKHI NIIRE HOLO HÁRÁ
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BÁHIRER JALADHÁRÁ ÁNKHI NIIRE HOLO HÁRÁ
BÁHIRE MEGHER GHAT́Á MANETE BIJALI CHAT́Á
ERÁ KEU NÁ MÁNE BÁRAŃ
TUMI KI PHELILE CARAŃ
MAN YAMUNÁR NIIR UPACIÁ DUI TIIR
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MAN YAMUNÁR NIIR UPACIÁ DUI TIIR
UDDVEL ASTHIR ÁNANDE ADHIIR
GOKULER PHÚL KHONJE ANUKŚAŃ
TUMI KI PHELILE CARAŃ
VARAŚÁ RÁTE. EI VARAŚÁ RÁTE
ÁNDHÁR DHARÁTE
TUMI KI PHELILE CARAŃ
During this rainy night,
on the dark earth,
You put forward Your step.
I know You reside in the mind.
I accept You as the king of my mind.
For what reason did You step forth?
Outside, there is a downpour of water.
My eyes are likewise submerged in tears.
Outside, clouds have accumulated.
Inside, lightning strikes.
No barrier can halt it.
The water in my mental Yamuna river
overflows from both banks.
It is restlessly entranced and impatient with bliss,
each moment looking for the flower of Gokul.