LYRIC
Dúr theke kena háso man-mátáno sáje.
Kavariir venii ámár khuliyá giyache nirásháy;
Jatane gánthá mála shukayeche bhúmisajjáy;
Kájale ánkhir jale sab kichu bhásiyá jáy,
Rúpamay rúperi májhe.
Shuni Tumi sabi mane rákha, Sabáre manete rákha;
Mana májhe madhu mákho Mádhaviinikuinja májhe.
Why do you smile from afar in Your enchanting guise?
My hair bun has fallen down in despair,
The garland, meticulously woven, dries on the ground,
On collyrium and tears, everything floats away
Into the bosom of forms, O form incarnate.
I hear that you remember everything,
And that You keep all ever in Your mind;
You smear my mind with Your sweet nectar
In the bower of madhavii blooms.
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