Campaka vane madhura svapane
Táháke dekhechi máyámukure
Shánta vátáse madira suváse
Mugdha nayane saritá tiire
Sethá kusuma parág
Alakhe ásiyá
Alakhe bhásiyá jáy
Sethá manera mayúra
Niilákáshe cáhi
Kaláp meliyá dey
Jyotsná nishiithe
Vijana viithite
Bhálabásá náce
Táke ghire ghire
In sweet dream at a grove of magnolia,
Him I've seen in the magic mirror,
On gentle wind with heady fragrance,
Eyes bewitched, at bank of the river.
The flower pollen there,
Coming from the Soul Supreme,
Drifts off to a realm unseen.
There, the peacock of a mind,
Staring at the blue sky,
Fans its tail out wide.
On a night moonlit,
With lonesome vista,
Love, it dances
Around and around Him.
