TUMI, KAT́HOR KOMAL HARI
ÁMI TOMÁY KHUNJE PHIRI
GHARER KOŃE GAHAN VANE
KOTHÁO NÁHI HERI
ÁMI TOMÁY KHUNJE PHIRI
DINER ÁLOY MANDA BHÁLOY
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DINER ÁLOY MANDA BHÁLOY
AMÁNISHÁR NIKAŚA KÁLOY
SAB KHÁNETEI KHUNJE
GECHI KUHELI SANTARII
ÁMI TOMÁY KHUNJE PHIRI
HAT́HÁT ELE TANDRÁ GHORE
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HAT́HÁT ELE TANDRÁ GHORE
CUPI CUPI BOLALE MORE
TOMÁR MANE SAḾGOPANE
ÁCHI TRIKÁL DHARI
ÁMI TOMÁY KHUNJE PHIRI
TUMI, KAT́HOR KOMAL HARI
ÁMI TOMÁY KHUNJE PHIRI
O Hari, You are hard and yet so soft. I go on searching You. From the corner of my room
to deep forests, where I did not search? In good and evil of the daylight, in intense
darkness of newmoon nights, I searched you everywhere crossing the mist. Suddenly you
came during my intense drowsiness and told me secretly, “ Within the secret recess of
your mind, I am present all the time”