MÁDHAVII RÁTE, KAOMUDI SÁTHE
MAINJIŚT́HÁ MAINJARI GUINJARE HÁY
CENÁ ACENÁY, BHEDA HÁRÁIYÁ JÁY
MAN NILAYE SABE T́ÁNITE CÁY
MAINJIŚT́HÁ MAINJARI GUINJARE HÁY
KE KOTHÁY CHILO, ÁCHE, KOTHÁ THÁKIBE
KÁR LÁGI TÁR HIYÁ UTALÁ HOVE
KII ÁLEKHYA CITRA PAT́E ÁNKIBE
TÁRAI IIUNGITA SAḾGIITE SHONÁ JÁY
MAINJIŚT́HÁ MAINJARI GUINJARE HÁY
CALÁR KLÁNTITE KE PATHE THÁMIBE
RATHER CÁKÁR PICHE KE CHUT́E JÁBE
LAKŚYE VAKŚE DHARITE KE DHÁIBE
SABÁR MARMA VÁŃII GIITE MURCHÁY
MAINJIŚT́HÁ MAINJARI GUINJARE HÁY
MÁDHAVII RÁTE, KAOMUDI SÁTHE
MAINJIŚT́HÁ MAINJARI GUINJARE HÁY
In the sweet night,
alongside the white lily,
buds of madder hum, alas.
The distinction between the known and the unknown becomes blurry.
All gets pulled into the mental abode.
Where has that “who” been?
Where is He now?
And where shall He remain?
For Whom do hearts remain restless?
What script is drawn on the screen,
and heard in samgiita?
Those who, due to tiredness, pause on the path of movement,
those who are left behind the cart’s wheels,
those who rush to hold on to the bosom of their destination -
their inner core’s voice finds satisfaction in the song.