NAYAN JALE JÁRE VIDÁY DILE
EKHAN KISER BOLO CHALANÁ
PHÚLER MÁLÁ MORE DALIYÁ
GELE DHULÁY KÁNDE D́OR DEKHO NÁ
EKHAN KISER BOLO CHALANÁ
ÁLOKE ÁNDHARE TIIRTHE SÁGARE
MÁNAS SAROVARE SVARŃA MANDIRE
D́EKE GECHI TUMI TÁ KI JÁNO NÁ
EKHAN KISER BOLO CHALANÁ
MANDIR DVÁR BANDHA HOYECHE
PHÚLER SUVÁS DHÚP HÁRIYE GECHE
KÁINCANA DIIP SHIKHÁ NIVIYÁ GECHE
E MANE MAN DIYE BOJHO NÁ
EKHAN KISER BOLO CHALANÁ
NAYAN JALE JÁRE VIDÁY DILE
EKHAN KISER BOLO CHALANÁ
O Lord, With tearful eyes, whom You bade bye, now why this illusion, tell me. You stamped
off my floral garland, and did not see its thread crying in the dust. In light and dark
in pilgrim places and oceans, in mental ponds and golden temples, I continued calling You
do not You know that? The doors of the temple closed, the floral fragrance was lost in the
sun, the flame of the golden lamp extinguished. I have given my mind like that, do not You
understand that?