E KII MAMATÁ HÁSITE
E KII MADIRATÁ NAYANE
E KII MOHAN MÁYÁ BÁNSHITE
E KII MADHURATÁ MANANE
E KII MADIRATÁ NAYANE
TAVA JYOTI MANJIIRE GÁHAN KARIYÁ
UCCHAL HIYÁ JÁY JE BHARIYÁ
TOMÁR TÁLETE TÁL DITE GIYÁ
BHESE JÁI ÁNMANE
E KII MADIRATÁ NAYANE
TAVA KUSUM PARÁG SUVÁS MÁKHIYÁ GÁY?
DÚR DÚRÁNTE BHÁSIYÁ CALIYÁ JÁY?
ÁNDHÁR NISHÁ ÁLOKITA KARE?
JYOTIŚKA MÁTE SPANDANE,
E KII MADIRATÁ NAYANE
What an affectionate smile!
What intoxication in Your eyes!
What enchantingly illusive flute play!
What sweetness in thought!
After immersing myself
and bathing in the effulgent ring
that surrounds Your feet,
my restless heart is saturated.
I float on,
unmindfully attuning myself to Your rhythm.
Your flower pollen sings on
and, smeared with fragrance,
floats off unto far remote places.
Illuminating the dark night,
luminous stars remain engrossed in Your vibration.