Jibana nadi tire dhire dhire Oi ase mor priyatama Benu hate madhur prate oi ase Praner jata asha jata bhalobasa Ranga oi sri charane sanpi aji Tomai nami
Behold, with His Flute in His Hand, My Beloved slowly is coming to the bank of my life-river In today’s morning sweet. All my life’s hopes,All my life’s love,To Your Power-red Feet divine I offer, And to You I bow and bow.