I walk the path alone;
under no circumstance, do I falter.
I move ahead to his pull alone.
Leaving behind matters of the past,
I ever walk on to his song alone.
Alas, in the circumambulation of the mind’s Vraja*,
how many forms come, how many forms go!
Breaking the inebriation
and infatuation of their colors and forms,

I ever move towards him alone.
Picking out and discarding the thorns of the path,
filling everyone’s movement along the path with light,
thinking about everyone’s circumstance,
I mix myself {participate in} with everybody’s
life-experience with exquisitely sweet resonance

Translated from Bengali

*Here the composer refers to Vraja,
the childhood home of Krsna.
Joy abounded as Krsna played His flute and protected
His companions against any and all adversities.

EKELÁ PATHA CALI KICHUTE NÁHI T́ALI
EGIYE CALI ÁMI TÁHÁRI T́ÁNE
ATIITA KATHÁGULI PICHANE RÁKHI PHELI
SADÁI JÁI CALE TÁHÁRI GÁNE

MÁNASAVRAJAPARIKRAMÁY HÁY
KATA KII JE ÁSE KATA KII JE JÁY
TÁDER RAUṊ RÚPER NESHÁ MOHA KET́E
SATATA CALECHI TÁHÁRI PÁNE

PATHERA KÁṊT́ÁGULI UPAŔIYÁ PHELI
SABÁR PATHA CALÁ ÁLOKE BHARE TULI
SABÁR KATHÁ BHEVE SABÁR ANUBHAVE
NIJERE MISHÁYE SUMADHURA TÁNE

14-02-1983