ÁNKHIR KÁJALE GHAN NABHONIILE
RAḾGIIN KAMALE JHALAKÁYA
BHÁVA KE NÁŔÁ DEY MAN KE DOLÁ DEY
PHÚL D́ORE BÁNDHÁ JHULANÁYA
RAḾGIIN KAMALE JHALAKÁYA
ETA DIN TÁHÁKE BHULEO BHÁVI NÁI
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ETA DIN TÁHÁKE BHULEO BHÁVI NÁI
MARMER MÁJHE TÁRE DHARITE CÁHI NÁI
HAT́HÁT DOLÁ ELO MAN UDDVEL HOLO
EKHAN BHOLÁ NÁHI JÁYA
RAḾGIIN KAMALE JHALAKÁYA
GHUMIYE CHILO JATA SUKUMÁRA VRITTI
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GHUMIYE CHILO JATA SUKUMÁRA VRITTI
MANER MAŃIKOT́HÁY MADHU SAḾVRITTI
KOTHÁ THEKE KII JE HOLO TÁRÁ SAB JEGE GELO
TÁRI SURE MAN MURACHÁYA
RAḾGIIN KAMALE JHALAKÁYA
ÁNKHIR KÁJALE GHANA NABHONIILE
RAḾGIIN KAMALE JHALAKÁYA
Amidst the dense clouds of the blue sky
appearing like a dark mark in people’s eyes,
the colourful lotus flashes.
Providing a jerk to thoughts,
shaking the mind,
it oscillates on the swing of a floral rope.
For a long time,
I had not thought of Him, not even by mistake.
In the core of my heart,
I did not want to catch hold of Him.
Suddenly, something started rocking me back and forth.
My mind became restless,
and now, it cannot forget Him.
The tender propensities of the mind
that had been asleep,
the sweet and perfect attitude of the mind,
that had lain dormant in its casket,
wondered about what had happened.
They all awoke,
swooning the mind at His tune.