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TOMÁRI LÁGIYÁ ÁCHI JE JÁGIYÁ
GHUM NÁI VIJAŔITA ÁNKHI PÁTE
MOR, GHUM NÁI VIJAŔTA ÁNKHI PÁTE
EKAT́I CÁOÁ TÁO NÁ PÁOÁ
KENO EI KRIPAŃATÁ ÁMÁRI SÁTHE
GHUM NÁI VIJAŔITA ÁNKHI PÁTE

ÁKÁSHE VÁTÁSE DHARÁTAVA GÁN GÁY
PHULER PARÁG SURABHITE MURACHÁY
REŃUTE REŃUTE TAVA DYUTI JHALASÁY
MANER GAHANE NIBHRITE
GHUM NÁI VIJAŔITA ÁNKHI PÁTE

TÁRÁR MIŚT́I HÁSI CÁNDER ÁLO
PRÁŃER KIRAŃE TÁRÁ SABÁI BHÁLO
TUMI EI PARIVESHE ÁRO SUDHÁ D́HÁLO
HIYÁ UPACIYÁ MRDU CARAŃ PÁTE
MADHUR PARASH MÁKHÁ MALAY VÁTE
GHUM NÁI VIJAŔITA ÁNKHI PÁTE







I kept awake for You.
There is no sleep in my closed eyes.

I have only one desire.
Why do not You fulfil it?
Why be so miser with me?

The whole earth, sky and air
sing the song of Your glory.

The pollen in flowers
are full of fragrance.
Each particle radiates Your light,
even inside the core of my mind.

The sweet smile of the stars
and the light of the moon,
with lively rays,
appear all good.

In this environment,
pour more nectar in abundance,
with Your feet,
with the touch of a sandal fragrance absorbed breeze.