LYRIC

Eso priya he baraniiya diiner sakáshe;
Tomár tare ánkhi jhare nisháy divase.

Madhur vidhura áveshe,
Man-mátáno madhu-jharáno surer deshe;
Tule’ niye jáo,
Sakal bholáo prándhálá hese’.

O dear Lord, the Adorable,
come near this poor soul,
For You, my eyes shower night and day.

In that sweet, ecstatic, entrancing ambience,
To that magic land of melody where sweetness ever showers,
Pick me up and carry me,
And make me oblivious of everything,
smiling Your heart-pouring smile.


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