SHUKTIR BÚKE MUKTÁR MATA
KORAKERA MADHU ÁCHE BHARÁ
JATANE TÁHÁRE D́HÁKIÁ REKHECHI
SPANDAN RÚPA RASA KŚARÁ
KORAKERA MADHU ÁCHE BHARÁ
SE MADHU ÁMÁR SHUKÁBE NÁ KABHU
JALE JHAŔE HÁRÁIBE NÁ KABHU
TOMÁR ARGHYA TOMÁ PÁNE JÁVE
SHATA MANTRE SE SHATA DHÁRÁ
KORAKERA MADHU ÁCHE BHARÁ
GRAHAŃ TOMÁRE KARITEI HOVE
TUMI CHÁŔÁ MOR KE BÁ ÁCHE BHAVE
MOR, SAKAL ÁKUTI SAKAL PRAŃATI
BHÁLOBÁSÁ TAVA BHÁVE HÁRÁ
KORAKERA MADHU ÁCHE BHARÁ
Like a pearl in the oyster,
sweetness nestles in the bud of my mind.
I have kept You carefully protected within,
O source of form, flow and vibration.
O Lord, let that sweetness never dry out,
let it never be lost in floods and storms.
My offerings to You
took shape in hundreds of mantras,
countless incantations –
You accepted them all.
No one else do I have in this world
but You.
All my eager entreaties and love
are lost in Your ideation.