KOTHÁ GELE OGO PRIYA
ÁMÁY PHELE AKÚLA PÁTHÁRE
ÁMI TAVA ÁSÁR ÁSHÁY PALA
GUŃE JÁI ÁVEGA BHARE
ÁMÁY PHELE AKÚLA PÁTHÁRE
DIN ÁMÁR ÁNE NÁ MADHU
NISHIITHE NÁI SAHÁS VIDHU
NIRÁLÁTE THÁKI SHUDHU
EKER DHYÁNE BHÁVERAI GHORE
ÁMÁY PHELE AKÚLA PÁTHÁRE
KÁCHE DÚRE JEKHÁNE THÁKO
KÁCHE DÚRE JEKHÁNE THÁKO
KÁCHE DÚRE JEKHÁNE THÁKO
LIILÁY ÁMÁY KÁNDIO NÁKO
PRIITIR PARÁG ÁMÁRAO MÁKHO
SINJINE OI SMITA NÚPURE
ÁMÁY PHELE AKÚLA PÁTHÁRE
KOTHÁ GELE OGO PRIYA
ÁMÁY PHELE AKÚLA PÁTHÁRE
O Dear, where did You go leaving me on the shore less path? I go on counting moments
eagerly with the hope of Your arrival. My days do not bring honey, there is smiling moon
in the night. I am sitting in isolation only meditating on One, with intense ideation.
Wherever You are, near or far, do not make me cry with Your delusive game liila’. Smear
on me also the pollen of love, with pleasing tinkling sound of Your ankle bell.