ÁMI, CINITE PÁRINI TOMÁRE
TUMI YADIO ÁCHO SÁTHE
BUJHINI BHÁLOBÁSO ÁMÁRE
YADIO ÁSHIIS VAHI MÁTHE
TUMI YADIO ÁCHO SÁTHE
SÁGAR JÁNE NÁ CÁNDA TÁRE T́ÁNE
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SÁGAR JÁNE NÁ CÁNDA TÁRE T́ÁNE
TÁI SE JOÁRE DHÁY TÁR PÁNE
AYASKÁNTA NÁ BOJHE NÁ JÁNE
SUMERU CÁY TÁKE BÁNDHITE
TUMI YADIO ÁCHO SÁTHE
JE PARÁG RAYE GECHE KORAKE
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JE PARÁG RAYE GECHE KORAKE
JÁNENÁ KESHAR DHARE ÁCHE TÁKE
JE MADHU RAYECHE MADHUPARKE
BHULE GECHE TÁR SAḾVIITE
TUMI YADIO ÁCHO SÁTHE
ÁMI, CINITE PÁRINI TOMÁRE
TUMI YADIO ÁCHO SÁTHE
I am unable to recognise You
even though You are always with me.
I am unable to understand that You loved me
even if carrying Your blessings on my head.
The ocean does not know that it is being pulled by the moon.
Hence it gushes through tides towards You.
The loadstone does not know and understand
that the mountain has tied it to itself.
The fragrance in the nucleus of the flower
does not know that it is being contained in the pollen.
The honey in syrup has forgotten what its true essence really is.