gada-gada-svara kaṇṭhe upajabo mukhe bolo ādha ādha bāhirābo 4 When will my voice be choked with divine emotion, and when will words garbled due to ecstasy come from my mouth?
pulake bharabo śorīra hāmāra sveda-kampa-stambha hobe bāro bāro 5 When will the hairs of my body stand up in ecstasy? When will I become stunned with ecstasy, shiver and perspire out of the ecstasy of divine love? When will these symptoms of ecstasy overwhelm me again and again?
bibarṇa-śorīre hārāobu̐ jñāna nāma-samāśraye dharobu parāṇa 6 When will my body turn colours and become pale out of ecstasy? When will I lose consciousness? And when will my very life be under the shelter of the Holy Name?
milabo hāmār kiye aiche dina roye bhakativinoda mati hīna 7 Bhaktivinoda, who is devoid of good intelligence cries, “When will I meet with such a day?”