Under dense cloud cover, You came,
You came, Lord, with melody after melody.

In suppressed mental agony, I stood with silent lips.
You went away far into the distance.
Very far, Lord, very far away.
Today sit near by, coming still closer.
Take Your seat in dhyána,
smiling and smiling, gently.

There is no lingering agony. I am always singing songs,
playing the flute in Your melodies.
Playing the flute, Lord, playing the flute.

My mind is filled
with the runu-jhunu-jhunu of Your anklets alone.
Filled, Lord, ever so fulfilled.

Translated from Bengali

BHARÁ BÁDALE TUMI ESECHILE
ESECHILE PRABHU SURE SURE
ABHIMÁNE AMI MUK MUKHE CHINU
TUMI CALE GELE BAHÚ DÚRE
BAHÚ DÚRE PRABHU BAHÚ DÚRE

ÁJ PÁSHE BASO ÁRO KÁCHE ESE
DHYÁNAMÁJHE BASO MRDU HESE HESE
ABHIMÁN NÁI SADÁ GÁN GÁI
TOMÁRI SURETE BÁṊSHI PURE
BÁṊSHI PURE PRABHU BÁṊSHI PURE

RUNU JHUNU JHUNU TOMÁRI NÚPURE
MAN THEKE GECHE BHARE BHARE
BHARE BHARE PRABHU BHARE BHARE

31-01-1983