GÁNAGULI MOR THÁKUK
BENCE, PRIYATAMA
PRIYATATAMA TOMÁR TARE
CHANDE TOMÁR MARMERI TÁR
UT́HUK BEJE, DÚRATAMA
DÚRATAMA NABHA BHARE
PRIYATATAM TOMÁR TARE
AHARNISHI SHUNI BASI
VEŃU TOMÁR, KARŃE PASHI
SAB KUHELII DEY JE NÁSHI
PALE PRAHARE
PRIYATATAM TOMÁR TARE
MAN NÁCE NÚPURER NIKKANE
BHÁVÁLOKERI SHINJINE
ÁTMA PARER KHOLÁ DVÁRE BÁHIRE BHITARE
PRIYATATAM TOMÁR TARE
O Dearest, many songs of mine are left out, for You. O the distant One, the strings of my
core of heart start tinkling with Your rhythm filling the whole sky. Sitting day and
night, I listen to Your flute which entering the ears destroys all the fog, each moment.
The mind dances to the tinkling of the anklebell, with tinkling of the arena of thinking
and opens the doors of own and others, inside and outside.