KOTHÁO JAKHAN KEU CHILO NÁ
EKÁ CHILE KEMAN KARE
TOMÁR DHYÁNE TOMÁR GÁNE
KEU TUŚITO NÁ TOMÁRE
EKÁ CHILE KEMAN KARE
BHÁVATE NÁRI ÁJ SE KATHÁ
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
BHÁVATE NÁRI ÁJ SE KATHÁ
ALIKHITA ITIKATHÁ
TOMÁR SE MARAMA VYATHÁ
EKÁKIITVE CETANÁDHÁRE
EKÁ CHILE KEMAN KARE
ÁJ TÁ BHÁVIYÁ LÁBHA NÁI
TUMI ÁCHO KÁCHE SADÁI
PRÁŃA BHARE TOMÁRAI GIITA GÁI
ANUBHÚTIR STARE STARE
EKÁ CHILE KEMAN KARE
KOTHÁO JAKHAN KEU CHILO NÁ
EKÁ CHILE KEMAN KARE
O Lord, when no one existed anywhere, how were You living? There was none to satiate You
by singing and meditating for You. That event, that unwritten history is not being
thought, but You had internal pain at the base of consciousness due to loneliness. There
is no use of thinking about that today, You are everpresent close by. I sing Your song
wholeheartedly, in each layer of feelings.