CANDAN VANA MANTHAN KARI
TOMÁRE PEYECHI PRIYA
TUMI ÁMÁRI , SHUDHU ÁMÁRI
ÁTMÁR ÁTMIIYA
TOMÁRE PEYECHI PRIYA
PRABHÁTE JABE KULÁYE PÁKHII
TAVA MADHURIMÁ KANT́HE MÁKHI
KIIRTANE NANDANE UT́HE D́ÁKI
SE SHRUTI AVARŃANIIYA
TOMÁRE PEYECHI PRIYA
GHOR AMÁNISHÁ KRŚŃÁ TAMASÁ
JABE D́HAKE JATA ÁSHÁ JATA BHÁŚÁ
DÚR DIGANTE KALMAŚA NÁSHÁ
BHÁSE TAVA PRIITI AMIYA
TOMÁRE PEYECHI PRIYA
CANDAN VANA MANTHAN KARI
TOMÁRE PEYECHI PRIYA
O Dear, churning the sandal forest, I have attained You. You are mine, only mine, own of
my soul. In the mornings, when the birds in their nests, start singing with joy, smearing
Your sweetness in the throat, that sound is beyond description. When intense dark night
engulfs all hopes and language, then far off Your nectar love appears destroying the dirt.