TUMI JE ÁMÁR JIIVANER ÁDHÁR
KENO DÚRE HOLE HÁRÁ
NIYE GELE MOR PRIITI PHUL D́OR
TOMÁY KHUNJE ÁMI SÁRÁ
KENO DÚRE HOLE HÁRÁ
O GO BEDARADII E KI TAVA LIILÁ
ÁLOKE ÁNDHÁRE KARE CALO KHELÁ
NÁHI MÁNO KONO BELÁ ABELÁ
SUJAN E KEMAN DHÁRÁ
TOMÁY KHUNJE ÁMI SÁRÁ
KENO DÚRE HOLE HÁRÁ
ANALE ANILE ÁCHO NABHONIILE
ÁMÁRE KENO TABU DHARÁ NÁHI DILE
NÁ CÁHITE SAB KICHU DIYE GELE
TAMASÁR HE DHRUVA TÁRÁ
KENO DÚRE HOLE HÁRÁ
TUMI JE ÁMÁR JIIVANER ÁDHÁR
KENO DÚRE HOLE HÁRÁ
O Lord, You are the base of my life, why are You lost far off? You have taken away my
floral twine of love, searching You I have become exhausted. O the merciless, what an
illusive game, liila’ is Yours, with light and darkness, You go on playing. You do not
heed to any specific time. How is the flow, O the Great person? You are in fire, air, and
the blue sky. Yet why did not You come into my folds? O the pole star of the night, even
without seeking You continued giving all.