LIILÁY ADVITIIYA SE JE ÁMÁR PRIYA
SE DIN ESE CHILO MOR GHARE
HOETO PATH BHULE HOETO LIILÁCHALE
KENO ELE JÁNIBO KI KARE
SE DIN ESE CHILO MOR GHARE
ÁNANE CHILO HÁSA
ÁNANE CHILO HÁSA NAYANE UDBHÁSA
ÁNANE CHILO HÁSA NAYANE UDBHÁSA
ÁNANE CHILO HÁSA NAYANE UDBHÁSA
OŚT́HE ÁNKÁ CHILO MÁDHURII NIRYÁSA
KARE CHILO VEŃU SE CINMAY TANU
ÁSIBE BOLE GELO ELO NÁ PHIRE
SE DIN ESE CHILO MOR GHARE
KHUNJE KHUNJE PHIRI
KHUNJE KHUNJE PHIRI SHUDHU TÁRI TARE
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KHUNJE KHUNJE PHIRI SHUDHU TÁRI TARE
KOTHÁO NÁ PELUM BÁHIR SAḾSÁRE
CEYE MAN MÁJHE DEKHI SE PRIYA RÁJE
ALAKH ALAKE ÁLO JHARE
SE DIN ESE CHILO MOR GHARE
LIILÁY ADVITIIYA SE JE ÁMÁR PRIYA
SE DIN ESE CHILO MOR GHARE
The one unparalleled in performing the illusive game,
is my beloved.
That day He came to my home.
Did He come by chance,
forgetting the path while playing the illusive game?
Why did He come? How will I know?
On His face was a smile.
In His eyes was a shine.
His lips were marked with sweet essence.
In His hand was a flute.
That embodiment of consciousness
told me He would return
but He never came back.
I wandered about, looking for Him,
but didn’t find Him anywhere in the external world.
When I looked inside my mind,
I found Him dwelling there,
scattering never seen heavenly effulgence.