TOMÁRI STUTITE TOMÁRE BHAJITE
KENO JÁI PRABHU TUMI BOLO
TUMI BOLO, TUMI BOLO
TOMÁRI PUŚPE ARGHYA SÁJÁTE
E VAEKALYA KENO HOLO
TUMI BOLO, TUMI BOLO
TAVA SALITÁYA TAVA DIIPPIKÁYA
TOMÁR ÁRATI KARÁ KI GO JÁY
VÁK MANOTIITA THÁKO NÁ TUMI
TO STUTI BANDHANE EK PALAO
TUMI BOLO, TUMI BOLO
TOMÁRI STUTITE TOMÁRE BHAJITE
KENO JÁI PRABHU TUMI BOLO
TUMI BOLO, TUMI BOLO
MANDIR RACI TOMÁRE DHARITE
MAHÁKÁSHE JÁRE NÁ PÁRE VARŃITE
SE KI PRATIMÁY ELO GELO
TUMI BOLO, TUMI BOLO
TOMÁRI STUTITE TOMÁRE BHAJITE
KENO JÁI PRABHU TUMI BOLO
TUMI BOLO, TUMI BOLO
Tell me how,
O Lord,
through prayers,
can we continue worshipping You?
Why did this perplexity arise,
while decorating the floral offering for You?
With wick and lamp,
how can Your illuminating worship be conducted?
O one beyond words and mind,
prayers won't bind You even for a single moment.
The one whom the great cosmic sky cannot hold,
for You, temples are (ironically) made.
The one who cannot be described by scriptures,
how can He come and go in idols?