ESO PRABHU MAMA NILAYE ÁCHE CAMPAK
ÁCHE CAMELI NAYAN MELI ÁCHE CEYE
ÁLPANÁ PHUL CHÁYE PATH SÁJÁYECHI
MÁNAS MANJUŚÁY MADHU MÁKHIYECHI
CAKOR SAMA CÁNDAE BHÁVIÁ CALIÁCHI
ÁKÁSHE VÁTÁSE ÁSHÁ CHAŔÁYE
ÁCHE CAMELI NAYAN MELI ÁCHE CEYE
ÁNKHITE BÁNDHIÁCHI ÁSÁ PATH KHÁNI
BHÁVE BHARECHI PRIITI AYASKÁNTA MAŃI
MANANE GÁNTHIÁCHI RTAMBHARÁ VÁŃII
MOHAN KE ÁRO KÁCHE CEYE
ÁCHE CAMELI NAYAN MELI ÁCHE CEYE
ESO PRABHU MAMA NILAYE ÁCHE CAMPAK
ÁCHE CAMELI NAYAN MELI ÁCHE CEYE
O Lord, You come into my mental home. There are campak and camelii flowers looking for You
with open eyes. I have decorated the incoming path with floral ground decoration, smeared
sweetness in the mental casket. Like a cakor bird, I have been thinking of the moon
spreading hope in sky and air. I have kept the eyes fixed upon the arrival path, into the
feelings, I have filled ayaska’nta, load stone gem of love. In the mind, I have fixed
the true message, willing to get the charming, Mohan still closer.