LUKIYE ÁCHO KENO O GO PRIYA
ÁMÁR MAN KE NIYE KOTHÁY GELE BOLO
CÁO TO MANER MÁLÁ GALE NIO
KIMVÁ O MAN CARAŃ TALE DALO
ÁMÁR MAN KE NIYE KOTHÁY GELE BOLO
CAUDIKETE RAUNGER KHELÁ
NÁNÁ RAUNGER MANER MELÁ
TÁRAI MÁJHE ÁCHE TAVA LIILÁ
KÁKEO KÁCHE T́ÁNO
KÁUKE DÚRE T́HELO
ÁMÁR MAN KE NIYE KOTHÁY GELE BOLO
ANÁDI ANANTA TOMÁR LIILÁ
KÁŚT́Á KALÁ RÚPE ASHEŚA CALÁ
DARSHANE VIJINÁNE NÁ JÁY BOLÁ
KII ÁNANDE NECE TUMI CALO
ÁMÁR MAN KE NIYE KOTHÁY GELE BOLO
LUKIYE ÁCHO KENO O GO PRIYA
ÁMÁR MAN KE NIYE KOTHÁY GELE BOLO
O Dear, why are You hidden? Taking away my mind, where did You go, tell me. If You wish
put on that garland around the neck or stamp that mind by Your feet. All around is the
play of colours, a festivity of minds with diverse colours. Within that is Your game
liila’. You pull someone close and push someone away. Your liila’ is without beginning
and without end. You move endlessly in form of crest and trough. With what bliss You go on
dancing, that cannot be explained by philosophy and science.