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Gán geye jái tomáke shońái, shońa kiná ámi jáni ná.
Sedhe cali sur, bháve bharpur, bháśár vicár máni ná.
Dhará ghure cale priitiri nigad́e, ráge tále laye abodhya svare,
Se dhvani dhvanita tava viińá táre, tumi cháŕá keu bojhe ná.
Sura saptake mandritábhoge,
Nrtye chande mathita je ráge.
Mor manoviińá se rańane jáge,
Tá ki tumi priya dekho ná.
Madhumálaiṋca, Kolkata, 27/3/86
I sing for You, knowing not whether You hear.
Oblivious of language limits, immersed in ideation, I sing and sing.
The earth rotates in bonds of love, in melody, rhythms, in incomprehensible sound;
Only You can realize the harmonies resounding from Your viińá.
Consumed and quivering in Your seven-note scale,
Pulsing out the melody vibrant with your rhythmic dance,
My minds viińá awakenes in those resounding vibrations.
Dont You feel it, my love?