Kato tumi mano haro, monoi taha jane
Hriday mamo tharo tharo kampe tomar gane

Only my mind knows that
How comely Thou art;
Trembles my heart
At Thy music’s art.
In this morning
Tears in my eyes bring
The Sun’s and cloud’s frolic,
As Thy mystery I seek.
The wild flickers of light
On the ripples of the river bright;
The chuckles of the wood
Run on the leaves in merry mood.
What there I see in the sky?
Ah! It is the look of Thy eye;
On my breath does shower
Blue nectar from yonder.

Note:
The perception of God is amazingly instant to the Poet as soon as he turns his senses to the nature around. We lesser mortals have a blockade here which is also lifted immediately as we audience his superb songs and share the Poet’s perception of God in nature.