TOMÁRI SÁTHE JYOTSNÁ RÁTE
MANER GOPAN KATHÁ
BOLE JÁBO ÁMI GÁNE GÁNE PRIYA
BOLE JÁBO ÁMI GÁNE GÁNE
VISHVA BHUVANE PRATIT́I MANE
LUKÁNO ITIKATHÁ
SHONÁBO TOMÁY KÁNE KÁNE
BOLE JÁBO ÁMI GÁNE GÁNE
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JÁNI ÁCHE TAVA SHRAVAŃA PÁTÁ
SARVA EI SHONO VÁRTÁ
TABUO SABÁR MARMERI VYATHÁ
GEYE JÁBO ÁMI SAB KHÁNE
BOLE JÁBO ÁMI GÁNE GÁNE
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YADI BÁ TUMI THÁKO SUDÚRE
DHARÁ PAŔE GECHO MÁNAS MUKURE
ÁRO KÁCHE PÁVO RAUNGE RÁGE SURE
E PRATIITI MOR ÁCHE MANE
BOLE JÁBO ÁMI GÁNE GÁNE
The secret conversation between You and me
on that moonlit night,
I shall keep narrating with song after song,
O beloved Lord.
The hidden histories of each mind in the world,
I shall whisper in Your ears.
Though I know that with Your ears,
You hear any event anywhere,
still, I shall keep singing of the agonies of everyone’s core, everywhere.
Although You are far away,
You come within the compass of my mental mirror.
Yet, I shall attain You still closer still.
It is this feeling that comes to mind.