BHA'LOVESECHI TOMA'Y DOS'GUN' JA'NI NA'KO HE

Translation

CAMPAK VANE MAMA TUMI SURABHI PRIYA VRATATIIR TARU SAMA MORE SHARAŃE NIO BHÁVETE BHARE DIO ABHÁVE MÁNI NÁKO DOŚA GUŃA JÁNI NÁKO

MANANER GABHIRTÁY BHÁVANÁR NIVIŔTÁY DHÁRAŃÁY SHUCHITÁY DHYÁNER ÁVIŚT́ATÁY CITTER RJUTÁY HE ARÚPA TUMI THEKO DOŚA GUŃA JÁNI NÁKO

BHÁLOBESECHI TOMAY DOŚA GUŃA JÁNI NÁKO

O Lord, I love You, though I do not know the qualities and defects. O Untouched, You do not come into any receptacle. In my campak garden, You are the fragrance, O Dear. Like a creeper attached to a tree, take me into Your shelter. Fill me with ideation, as I do not admit any scarcity. In the depth of mind, in seclusion of thought, with straightness of mind stuff, with charm of meditation, with purity of concentration, O the Formless, You came.