TOMÁRE BHALOBESE AVASHEŚE
TRIDASHA JE MOR MANE MESHE
AŃUTVA PÁY BHUMÁTVA
KÁLIMÁY GARIMÁ GRÁSE
TRIDASHA JE MOR MANE MESHE
SE RÁGE ANURÁGE
VARAŚÁ KEYÁ PARÁGE
PRASUPTA PREŚAŃÁ JÁGE
VEŃU MOR RAŃANE HÁSE
TRIDASHA JE MOR MANE MESHE
SAB PEYECHIR GÁNE MÁTÁLO
JYOTIŚKA DIYE TAVA TÁLA
CETANÁR DYUTITE VISHÁL
CIDÁKASH JYOTITE BHÁSE
TRIDASHA JE MOR MANE MESHE
TOMÁRE BHALOBESE AVASHEŚE
TRIDASHA JE MOR MANE MESHE
O Lord, having loved You, my mind is charged with divinity. The microcosm attains
Macrocosmic stance, and glory has devoured the darkness. With that love and hue, in the
pollen of rainy ketakii flower the sleeping propulsive energy awakened. And my flute
smiles with resonance. You frenzied me with all providing song, by giving brilliance to
Your rhythm. With grand effulgence of consciousness, the mental firmament is
illuminated.