TUMI TAMISRÁ MÁJHE SMITA ÚŚÁ
TUMI SHOKÁSHRUTE SÁNTVANÁ
ÁMI KI TAVA KÁJE LÁGITE PÁRI
TABU BOLO NÁ KENO BOLO NÁ
TUMI SHOKÁSHRUTE SÁNTVANÁ
TUMI MOR MUKHE DILE PHÚL MADHU
MOR ÁKÁSHE ATUL VIDHU
SPARSHE DILE MALAY MRIDU
PATHE ENE DILE SÁDHANÁ
TUMI SHOKÁSHRUTE SÁNTVANÁ
BOLILE NAO KO TUMI EKÁ
OTAH PROTA YOGE ÁCHI? MÁKHÁ
GHARGHARE MOR RATH CÁKÁ
KI TÁR DESHANÁ SHONO NÁ
TUMI SHOKÁSHRUTE SÁNTVANÁ
TUMI TAMISRÁ MÁJHE SMITA ÚŚÁ
TUMI SHOKÁSHRUTE SÁNTVANÁ
O Lord, within darkness, You are the smiling dawn. You are consolation during tears of
sorrow. Can I be useful for Your work? Yet You do not tell, why? You have fed me with
floral honey, incomparable moon in my mental sky. You provided touch of soft sandal and
brought me on the path of sa’dhana’, the intuitional practice. You told, “ you are
never alone, I am individually and collectively absorbed with you, the wheels of my cart
revolves, do not you hear its directives?”