GÁN GEYE GEYE ELE SAB KICHU NIYE GELE
PARICAYA NÁHI DILE MIŚT́I HÁSITE BHOLÁLE
SAB KICHU NIYE GELE
VASUDHÁR JÁHÁ ÁPANÁR
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VASUDHÁR JÁHÁ ÁPANÁR
BHÁVIÁ CHILO MAN ÁMÁR
ÁTMIYA JÁ ÁTMÁR
KÁREO BÁKI NÁ RÁKHILE
SAB KICHU NIYE GELE
SHRIŚT́I STHITI VILAYA
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SHRIŚT́I STHITI VILAYA
BHÁVANÁR TAVA KUVALAY
CHOT́E DHARÁR E MADHU MALAY
KON IIPSÁY ÁNKILE
SAB KICHU NIYE GELE
GÁN GEYE GEYE ELE SAB KICHU NIYE GELE
PARICAYA NÁHI DILE MIŚT́I HÁSITE BHOLÁLE
SAB KICHU NIYE GELE
O Lord, You came singing the songs and snatched away all mine. You did not acquaint
Yourself and deluded with sweet smile. In the world, whatever my mind considered as own
nearest or belonging, You left nothing. Creation, sustenance, and dissolution, You blue
lotus of feelings, all rush on the earth as sweet sandal breeze, what longing have You
marked.