NISHIITHA SVAPANE NIIRAVA CARAŃE
TUMI ESECHILE MOR MANE
VYÁSÁSANA TAVA BICHÁNO CHILO NÁ
KANAKOJJVAL SIḾHÁSANE
TUMI ESECHILE MOR MANE
ÁSHÁ CHILO TUMI ÁSIBEI KÁCHE
DIINER DEVATÁ DHARÁ DEVE NIJE
SAB BHÁVANÁY SAMASTA KÁJE
CHILO PRATYAY PRATI KŚAŃE
TUMI ESECHILE MOR MANE
SVAPNA BHÁUNGIE TUMI CALE GELE
TÁR PAR ÁR DEKHÁ NÁHI DILE
PRATI SPANDANE MOR PRATI PALE
SE SVAPNE BHÁVI RÁTE DINE.
TUMI ESECHILE MOR MANE
NISHIITHA SVAPANE NIIRAVA CARAŃE
TUMI ESECHILE MOR MANE
Silent footsteps entered my night dreams,
You crept into my mind.
There was no gold strewn before Your seat
no throne prepared.
I had hoped You would come close
God of the poor
to be captured as my very own.
All my feelings, my actions
were, in each moment of the dream
brimming with confidence.
But breaking the dream
You left, and I didn’t see You again.
And now
in each vibrated moment
day and night
I try to linger in the memory of that dream.