TUMI YADI MOR GHARE NÁ ELE
VRTHÁ BASE PALA GUNE JÁOÁ
VRITHÁI PHÚL SEJE SÁJIYE TULE
RAUNGER MÁDHURII BHARE DEOÁ
VRITHÁ BASE PALA GUNE JÁOÁ
VRITHÁI KÁNANE BELÁ MÁLATI
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VRITHÁI KÁNANE BELÁ MÁLATI
VRITHÁI KÁNANE BELÁ MÁLATI
VRTHÁI KÁNANE BELÁ MÁLATI
SHEFÁLI CAMPAK CÁMELI JÚTHII
VRITHÁI PAINCA PRADIIP ÁRATI
PRIITIR NIRYÁSE GIITI GÁOÁ
VRITHÁ BASE PALA GUNE JÁOÁ
VRITHÁI PHÚL HÁRE KABARII BÁNDHÁ
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VRITHÁI PHÚL HÁRE KABARII BÁNDHÁ
MANDÁKRÁNTÁ TÁLE GIITIKÁ SÁDHÁ
LODHRA VALAYE KAT́IKÁ BÁNDHÁ
RÚPETE RÁGA D́HELE DITE CÁOÁ
VRTHÁ BASE PALA GUNE JÁOÁ
TUMI YADI MOR GHARE NÁ ELE
VRTHÁ BASE PALA GUNE JÁOÁ
If You do not come to my home,
useless is my waiting for You, counting time.
Useless is the floral decoration of my altar,
that has been filled with colourful sweetness.
A waste are the flowers of bela and malati,
shefalii, campak, camelii and juhi.
Useless is the worship with five lamps
and the singing of songs filled with the essence of love.
A waste is the floral garland decoration of my chignon
and the rehearsing of songs in the mandakranta rhythm.
Useless is the binding cosmetic belt on my waist.
I remain awaiting You,
pouring melodies into forms and counting time,
meditating (sitting) seemingly in vain.