KATA KÁCHE TABU KATA DÚR
KATA KÁCHE TABU KATA DÚR
BHÁŚÁY BÁNDHITE NÁ RE HE PRIYA TOMÁRE
MÚKA HOYE JÁY SÁDHÁ SUR
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KATA KÁCHE TABU KATA DÚR
MANER TAT́INI DHÁY NAT́INII SAMA NECE
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MANER TAT́INI DHÁY NAT́INI SAMA NECE
UCCHÁSE ULLÁSE PÁOÁRI ABHILÁŚE
SINDHUTE VINDU SAMA SE ESE MESHE
RÚPE BHÁSE ARUPA CIKUR
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KATA KÁCHE TABU KATA DÚR
NANDITA STAMBHITA KARE DEY EKÁDHÁRE
RÚPER DIIPA SHIKHÁ ARÚPA DIIPÁDHÁRE
ASTI BHÁTI ÁNANDAERI UTSÁRE
NECE CALE MANERI MAYUR
KATA KÁCHE TABU KATA DÚR
KATA KÁCHE TABU KATA DÚR
Though so close,
yet so very far!
Language cannot bind You, O beloved.
Well rehearsed melodies becomes dumb.
The mental stream rushes forth, like a dancer,
with enthusiasm and exhalation,
with the strong will of attainment.
Like a drop, it comes merging with the ocean,
floating as form into formlessness.
Together it pleases and stupefies,
like the beautiful flame of a lamp on its formless base.
With the emanation of existence,
with brilliance and bliss,
the mental peacock dances on.