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Bháv khuṋjechila bháśá,
Bháśá ceyechila sur;
Bháv chot́e bhávátiite,
Sur náce ghire’ tava núpur.
Priitir álote ele,
Chande bhariye dile;
Jhauṋkáre mátále
Je hiyá chila vidhur.
Tomáre cinechi ámi,
Kena je esecha námi’;
Nece’ calo náhi thámi’,
Kare’ jata klesh dúr.
Madhumálaiṋca, Kolkata, 9/10/84
Ideation looked for expression,
Expression yearned for melody;
Ideation surges towards the Transcendental,
Melody dances around Your ankle-bells.
You came in the radiance of love,
Filled me with myriad rhythms,
With a jingling sound, You intoxicated my heart
That had been sad and sullen.
I now recognize You,
I now realize why You have descended;
Keep dancing without pause,
Removing all my afflictions.