AJÁNÁ PATHIK MAN BHULÁLO
KOTHÁ HOTE ESE KOTHÁY HÁRÁLO
MANER PASARÁ D́HELE DILO
AJÁNÁ PATHIK MAN BHULÁLO
ALOKA ÁVESHE KATHÁ SE HÁRÁLO
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ALOKA ÁVESHE KATHÁ SE HÁRÁLO
BHÁVER VIBHÁSE MATHIÁ HÁSILO
BOLILO SABÁRE CALO ÁMÁR GHARE
CITI SAMVITE PRIITITE BÁNDHILO
AJÁNÁ PATHIK MAN BHULÁLO
ARUŃÁLOTE SE ÁSIÁ CHILO
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ARUŃÁLOTE SE ÁSIÁ CHILO
HEM RATHER PRAGRAH HÁTE CHILO
CAKRA GHARGHARE ASIIMA AMBARE
ÁLOKER EKT́I REKHÁ REKHE LUKÁLO
AJÁNÁ PATHIK MAN BHULÁLO
O Unknown Traveler,
You have deluded my mind.
Coming from an unknown place
You are lost to the unknown,
all the while pouring forth articles for my mind.
With heavenly impulse,
You spoke outright.
Churning feelings with lustre,
You smiled.
You told all: “Come to my abode”
and tied all with love and consciousness.
He came with the morning light,
with the reins of a chariot in hands.
You hid behind the whirling sound of its wheels,
in infinite space,
leaving a single line of effulgence.