ÁSABE BOLE GELE CALE
ELE NÁKO ÁR GHARE
ELE NÁ ÁMÁR
MANER MAYUR KÁLER KEUR
SÁKŚII ÁCHE TÁR
ELE NÁKO ÁR GHARE
ELE NÁ ÁMÁR
BOLE GELE BHORER ÁLO
SE PRIYA JE BÁSE BHÁLO
ÁRO PRIITIR PRADIIP JVÁLO
DHYÁN DHARE JÁO TÁR
ELE NÁKO ÁR GHARE
ELE NÁ ÁMÁR
BOLE GELO SANDHYÁ TÁRÁ
SE PRIYA HOBE NÁ HÁRÁ
MANER MAŃIKOT́HÁY
SE BHARÁ ÁNANDA ÁGÁR
ELE NÁKO ÁR GHARE
ELE NÁ ÁMÁR
ÁSABE BOLE GELE CALE
ELE NÁKO ÁR GHARE
ELE NÁ ÁMÁR
O Lord, telling that You would return, You went away and did not come back to my home. The
peacock of my mind and the armlet of time are witness to that. The morning light had told
that the Who loves, for Him, kindle more lamp of love and continue meditating on Him. The
evening star told, that the Dear would not be lost, He is filled in the casket of the
mind, as storehouse of the bliss.