SONÁR KAMAL PHÚT́ECHE
MÁNAS SARE ÁJ BHORE
MANERI SHUDHU DEKHÁ TÁ JÁY
MANETEI MADHU JHARE
MÁNAS SARE ÁJ BHORE
KATA KAŚT́A KARE ÁSÁ
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KATA KAŚT́A KARE ÁSÁ
PÚRALO TABE DIIRGHA ÁSHÁ
UDDVELITA BHÁLOBÁSÁ
JÁGALO TÁRE GHIRE
MÁNAS SARE ÁJ BHORE
RATNA DIIPER ÁLOY DEKHI
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RATNA DIIPER ÁLOY DEKHI
LUKIYE ÁCHO TUMI E KII
SNIGDHA KARE ÁMÁR ÁNKHI
MANER GAHAN PÚRE
MÁNAS SARE ÁJ BHORE
SONÁR KAMAL PHÚT́ECHE
MÁNAS SARE ÁJ BHORE
The golden lotus bloomed in my mental pond this morning.
Only in the mind can this be seen
and only in the mind does honey percolate.
After undergoing much pain,
my long held hope was fulfilled
and restless love awakened around Him.
I looked at the light emanating from the gem lamp,
suspecting You might be hiding there,
softly placing my hands over my eyes,
illuminating the deep recess of my mind.