ÁMI GÁN GEYE GEYE KHUNJE CALI
SE PRIYA MOR KOTHÁY THÁKE
ÁMI, ASHANE VASANE NÁHI BHULI
JAD́ÁKARŚAŃERI KUHAKE
SE PRIYA MOR KOTHÁY THÁKE
ÁMI BHULECHI GOTRA PARICAY
BHULECHI NÁM YASHA NICAY
BHULIÁ VITTA BAERII BHAYA
CHUT́IÁ CALECHI PETE TÁKE
SE PRIYA MOR KOTHÁY THÁKE
ÁMI RUPE RASE GANDHE TEYÁGI
SHABDE SPARSHE NÁHI MÁGI
TANMÁTRERI MERU LÁUNGHI?
MAN METECHE AMITA RÁGE
SE PRIYA MOR KOTHÁY THÁKE
ÁMI GÁN GEYE GEYE KHUNJE CALI
SE PRIYA MOR KOTHÁY THÁKE
Where is that Dear of mine, Whom I go on searching singing song? I did not forget to eat
and dress due to charm of material attraction. I have forgotten the introduction of clan
and development of name and fame. Forgetting the wealth, threat from enemy, I am rushing
to attain Him. Forsaking the beauty, flow and fragrance, I do not seek vocal or tactual
richness. Crossing the hills of inferences, the mind is engrossed in immeasurable hue of
love.