MOR GHARE ELE HE PRIYA KENO GELE
ÁMÁY KICHU BOLE GELE NÁ
E ÁSÁ ÁSÁ NAY MAN BHARÁR NAY
MANER KATHÁ BOLÁ HOLO NÁ
ÁMÁY KICHU BOLE GELE NÁ
VIIŃÁ BÁJIYE CHILE MAN MÁTIYE CHILE
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VIIŃÁ BÁJIYE CHILE MAN MÁTIYE CHILE
VIIŃÁ BÁJIYE CHILE MAN MÁTIYE CHILE
VIIŃÁ BÁJIYE CHILE MAN MÁTIYE CHILE
ÁKÁSHE JHARA JHAR PRIITI JHARIYE DILE
BOLILE BHÁLOBÁSO KEMAN BHÁLOBÁSO
MANEI YADI RAHILE NÁ
ÁMÁY KICHU BOLE GELE NÁ
TOMÁTE ÁMÁTE SHATA YOJAN DÚR
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TOMÁTE ÁMÁTE SHATA YOJAN DÚR
TOMÁTE ÁMÁTE SHATA YOJAN DÚR
TOMÁTE ÁMÁTE SHATA YOJAN DÚR
TABUO TAVA BHÁVE MAN JE BHARAPÚR
DIIPAKE MEGH MALLÁRE JE BÁJE SUR
TÁTE REKHE GELE TAVA DYOTANÁ
ÁMÁY KICHU BOLE GELE NÁ
O beloved Lord,
You came to my home,
simply to go away without uttering a word.
Such coming is not real coming.
My mind could not be satisfied.
My feelings could not be expressed.
You played the viina, enchanting my mind
and made the fountain of love flow from the sky.
You told me to love.
But how could I love,
my own mind seemingly being non-existent?
Between You and me the distance is of hundreds of miles.
Yet, my mind remains saturated by Your thought.
Melodies of diipak and meghmallar resound.
Upon them You have spread Your divine effulgence.