UPALA MÁJHE MAHÁCALA TUMI
NATA MASTAKE TOMÁ NAMI
ÁMI, NATA MASTAKE TOMÁ NAMI
UTPALA KAHLÁR PUNJE
CIRA VISMAYA PRABHU TUMI
NATA MASTAKE TOMÁ NAMI, ÁMI
NATA MASTAKE TOMÁ NAMI
PRAJINÁR TAVA NÁHI JE ANTA
DIIPTITE BHARÁ DIGDIGANTA
BODHITE TAVA JÁGE NAVA NAVA
LIILÁ BUDBUD PADA CUMI,
NATA MASTAKE TOMÁ NAMI
ÁMI, NATA MASTAKE TOMÁ NAMI
ÁSÁ JÁOÁ KICHU NÁHI JE TOMÁR
PRÁCURYA BHARÁ MAHÁ SAMÁHÁR
KRIPÁ KAŃÁ JE BÁ LABHECHE TOMÁR
TOMÁTE MISHECHE TÁR "ÁMI"
NATA MASTAKE TOMÁ NAMI, ÁMI
NATA MASTAKE TOMÁ NAMI
Amidst stones,
You are the mountain.
With bowed head,
with lotus and lily flowers,
I salute You.
You are my ever-new astonishment.
There is no end to Your intuition.
In all directions I see but Your effulgence.
By Your intuition,
ever-new playful bubbles arise,
as if kissing Your feet.
There is no coming nor going for You.
Plentiful is Your grand collection.
By attaining but a wee bit of Your grace,
one's "I" feeling merges in You.