ESE CHILUM ÁSHÁ NIYE
ÁLO JHARÁ PRABHÁTE
KUVALAYERA SAḾGIITE
BAITE CHILO MALAY TAKHAN
MADIR MÁKHÁ INGITE
KUVALAYER SAMGIITE
VITTA KONO CHILO NÁ MOR
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VITTA KONO CHILO NÁ MOR
RIKTA CHILO CITTA CAKOR
MATTA CHILUM TANDRÁRI GHOR
ÁNKÁ CHILO ÁNKHITE
KUVALAYER SAḾGIITE
TOMÁR PÁNE ÁNKHI PETE
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TOMÁR PÁNE ÁNKHI PETE
TOMÁR ÁLOY ÁCAMBITE
MAN BHRAMARÁ UT́HALO METE
MANDA MADHUR SAMVITE
KUVALAYER SAMGIITE
ESE CHILUM ÁSHÁ NIYE
ÁLO JHARÁ PRABHÁTE
KUVALAYERA SAḾGIITE
On this illuminated morning,
I came with the hope of the song of blue lotus.
Then sandal breeze was blowing
as if gesturing with intoxication.
I had no wealth.
My mental cakor bird was hollow.
I was engrossed in intense drowsiness,
leaving dark rings under my eyes.
Looking at You,
astonished by Your effulgence,
my mental bee awoke,
by Your gentle and sweet consciousness.