ÁLOKE ÁNDHÁRE LIILÁ VIBHAVA
MAN CHUT́E JÁY DHARITE NÁ PÁY
SMARAŃE MANANE KII ANUBHAVA
BUJHITE PÁRÁ JÁY BOJHÁNO NÁ JÁY
MAN CHUT́E JÁY DHARITE NÁ PÁY
EKÁNTE BASE BHÁVI JAKHAN
E PRIYA ÁMÁR KENO EMAN
SAKAL BHÁVANÁ ESE JÁNÁY JAKHAN
SIIMÁY E PRIYATAM DHARÁ NÁHI DEY
MAN CHUT́E JÁY DHARITE NÁ PÁY
MANER GAHAN PÁNE, JAKHANI DEKHI
E PRIYA ÁY DEY UNKI JHUNKI
DHARÁ NÁHI DILEO DEY NÁ PHÁNKI
ÁMI DHARÁ DILEI TÁRE PÁOÁ JÁY
MAN CHUT́E JÁY DHARITE NÁ PÁY
ÁLOKE ÁNDHÁRE LIILÁ VIBHAVA
MAN CHUT́E JÁY DHARITE NÁ PÁY
With the illusive magnanimity of light and shade,
my mind rushes on, without holding on.
What an experience in remembering and meditation!
It is impossible to understand or explain.
When sitting in solitude
wondering how my beloved became my own,
all thoughts come together to explain
that my beloved cannot be held within the periphery of limitations.
When looking into the depth of my mind,
I find my beloved peeping from there.
It is no deception that He does not appear to me.
Rather by my own coming into His fold,
He can be attained.