PST 0591 - E kii mamata hasite

E kii mamatá hásite
E kii madiratá nayane
E kii mohana máyá báṋshiite
E kii madhuratá manane

(Tava) Jyotimaiṋjiire gáhana kariyá
Ucchala hiyá jáy je bhariyá
Tomár tálete tál dite giyá
Bhese jái ánmane

(Tava) Kusumaparág suvása mákhiyá gáy
Dúr dúránte bhásiyá caliyá jái
Áṋdhára nishá álokita kariyá
Jyotiśka máte spandane

Such affection in the smile;
Such hypnotism in the eyes!
Such bewitchment in the flute;
Such sweetness in the attitude!

Bathing in the light from Your anklets,
My swollen heart, it's getting filled.
Having tuned my cadence to Your beat,
I go on floating abstractedly.

Body smeared with scent from Your flower-pollen,
Faraway I go, adrift in a remote location.
There, making dark night lustrous,
Luminaries are excited by Your pulse.