CINI JABE MANE KARI
AHAMIKÁY DÚRE SARI
CENÁ HOLO NÁ CENÁ HOLO NÁ
KAMAL DHARITE KARE
PÁPAŔI JHARIÁ PAŔE
MADHU THÁKE NÁ
KENO KARO EI LIILÁ
KENO KARO EI LIILÁ
KENO KARO EI LIILÁ
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KENO KARO EI LIILÁ
DHARÁ NÁ DEOÁR KHELÁ
BHÁUNGÁ GAŔHÁ NIYE MELÁ
BOJHÁ GELO NÁ BOJHÁ GELO NÁ
CENÁ HOLO NÁ CENÁ HOLO NÁ
KON AJÁNÁR SROTE
KON AJÁNÁR SROTE
KON AJÁNÁR SROTE
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KON AJÁNÁR SROTE
BÁRE BÁRE E DHARÁTE
ÁSI KISERI ÁSHÁTE
KENO BOLO NÁ KENO BOLO NÁ
CENÁ HOLO NÁ CENÁ HOLO NÁ
CINI JABE MANE KARI
AHAMIKÁY DÚRE SARI
CENÁ HOLO NÁ CENÁ HOLO NÁ
When, removing my ego,
I thought that I had recognised You,
at that time too,
I could not fully understood You.
Holding the lotus in hand,
its petals whither down and no honey is found.
Why do You perform this liila, the delusive play?
the game of revealing Yourself and again escaping -
this congregation of creation and destruction -
You never explained it.
From some unknown origin,
I come into this earth again and again.
With what expectation?
Why won’t You tell me?