MAGAH GELI MITHILÁ GELI
MAN NÁ BHARAL HAMÁR
TIIRATH GELI BARAT LELII NÁ
MILAL PRIITAM KE NEHÁR
MAN NÁ BHARAL HAMÁR
ÁJAIYAH ÁJAIYAH CITCOR JAGA KE
TÚN CÁNDA HAMAHI CAKOR
NÁGA KE NÁGIIN BHÁVA KE
NICOŔ JIIVAN KE EKE ÁDHÁR
MAN NÁ BHARAL HAMÁR
CHUT́ GAIL CHUT́ GAIL CHUT́ GAIL BHAGAVÁN
SAMÁJ LOKA LÁJA SUKH KE SVAPAN
LENA AUR DENA JÁVAN ÁVAN
HOI SIRFA ÁPANE KE JOTA APÁR
MAN NÁ BHARAL HAMÁR
MAGAH GELI MITHILÁ GELI
MAN NÁ BHARAL HAMÁR
I went to Magah and Mithila’, but my mind was not satiated. I went to pilgrim, took
vows, but could not have a glimpse of the Beloved. O the stealer of heart of the world
come, come, You are the moon I am cakor bird looking for You. The essence of all feelings
and the female serpent of the male, there is only One shelter of life. The God is left
out, the dream of joy and the social and public shyness. The taking and giving, coming and
going, only Your expressed illumination is left out.