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RÚPA SÁYARE EMAN KARE
BHOLÁY MORE KE SE SUJAN
TÁRE JÁNI NÁ JÁNI NÁ, JÁNI NÁ
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TANDRÁ GHORE DEKHI TÁRE
BUJHATE NÁRI SE JE KEMAN
DHARÁ DILO NÁ, DILO NÁ, DILO NÁ
TÁRE JÁNI NÁ JÁNI NÁ, JÁNI NÁ

D́ÁKI TÁRE GRHA KOŃE
KHUNJI TÁRE TIIRTHE VANE
PÚJI TÁRE SHILÁSANE
SE PATHIK TABU ELO NÁ
ELO NÁ, ELO NÁ, ELO NÁ
TÁRE JÁNI NÁ JÁNI NÁ, JÁNI NÁ

KABHU BOLI KAPAT́A NIT́HUR
KABHU BOLI PRÁŃER T́HÁKUR
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KABHU BOLI KAPAT́A NIT́HUR
KABHU BOLI PRÁŃER T́HÁKUR
NÁ PEYE HOI VYATHÁY VIDHUR
TABU NIJA TRUT́I DEKHINÁ
DEKHI NÁ, DEKHI NÁ, DEKHI NÁ
TÁRE JÁNI NÁ JÁNI NÁ, JÁNI NÁ

RÚPA SÁYARE EMAN KARE
BHOLÁY MORE KE SE SUJAN
TÁRE JÁNI NÁ JÁNI NÁ, JÁNI NÁ

Who is that person, who has forgotten me like that on the shore of the ocean of beauty? I
do not know Him, do not know. With intense drowsiness, I see Him, but unable to understand
how He cannot come into folds. I call Him into the recess of the home, worship Him on the
stone altar, search Him in pilgrim places and forests, that traveler yet has not come.
Sometimes I say that He is merciless and deceitful. Sometimes I call Him as Lord of life.
By not finding Him, I become afflicted with pain, yet, I did not see my own mistake.