ÁMÁRI VYATHÁTE GALE
ÁMÁRE DEKHIBE BOLE
ESECHO KI EI DHARÁTALE
HRIDAYE MÁDHURII BHARÁ
HÁSITE MUKUTÁ JHARÁ
ÁNKHITE PRIITIR KAJJALE
THÁKONI TRIDASHE TUMI
ESECHORABHASE NÁMI
MANERA KORAKE LIILÁ CHALE
ESECHO KI EI DHARÁTALE
NÁMA RÚPA TAVA NÁI
SHATA NÁME RÚPE PÁI
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NÁMA RÚPA TAVA NÁI
SHATA NÁME RÚPE PÁI
BUDDHI KE TALIYE DILE
THEKO MOR SÁTHE SÁTHE
SAB KÁLE KÁLÁTIITE
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THEKO MOR SÁTHE SÁTHE
SAB KÁLE KÁLÁTIITE
MADHURA BHÁVE CITI KAMALE
ESECHO KI EI DHARÁTALE
ÁMÁRI VYATHÁTE GALE
ÁMÁRE DEKHIBE BOLE
ESECHO KI EI DHARÁTALE
Is it that, observing my pain, You melted
and descended onto this earth to attend to me?
You came with a heart full of sweetness,
with a pearl scattering smile
and with eyes marked with the collyrium of love.
You refused to remain in heaven.
You descended in divine sport.
You do not have any particular name or form.
I find You in hundreds of names and forms.
In the tender blossom of my mind,
in Your mysterious play,
You drowned my intellect.
Remain with me always,
within and beyond the periphery of time,
in sweet ideation,
in the lotus of my heart.