SAHÁS ÁNANE MOR KÁNANE
KE GO BASE ÁNAMANE
MOR PÁNE CÁO MOR PÁNE
KUSUM TÚLECHI MÁLÁ GENTHECHI
PARÁTE TOMÁY NIRJANE
MOR PÁNE CÁO MOR PÁNE
NEIKO ÁMÁR GUŃER VYÁHRITI
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NEIKO ÁMÁR GUŃER VYÁHRITI
NEIKO KARMA SÁDHANÁ DIIPTI
NEIKO BHÁŚÁY BHÁVA PRASISTI?
ÁCHE SHUDHU PRIITI MANANE
MOR PÁNE CÁO MOR PÁNE
YUGA YUGA DHARE BASE ÁCHI PATHE
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YUGA YUGA DHARE BASE ÁCHI PATHE
ALASTA SVEDA SIKTA SMRITITE
MANER GAHANE CETANÁ SARITE
SAḾVITE GÁNE GÁNE
MOR PÁNE CÁO MOR PÁNE
In my garden, who is that,
looking at me with a smiling face
and seated so unmindfully?
I picked flowers and threaded a garland
to privately place on You.
I have no particular qualities to express.
Nor do I have the shine of good deeds.
I have no skilful language to convey my feelings.
In my mind only love is present.
Age after age, I have been waiting on the path,
actionless, with sweat-laden memories,
raising the stream of consciousness,
in the depth of my mind, with song after song.