KALÁPOCHÚŔA BHRINGA MUKUR
KE GO ELE NECE NECE ÁJI
BHUVAN BHOLÁNO RÚPE SÁJI
MIŚT́I MÁKHÁ DRIŚT́I REKHÁ
SRIŚT́ITE D́HELE SUDHÁ RÁJI
BHUVAN BHOLÁNO RÚPE SÁJI
JE JÁNE TOMÁRE HOYECHE TOMÁR
JE JÁNE NÁ TÁRO NÁO TUMI BHÁR
PULAKE PULAKE ALAKHE ALAKHE
BHESE CALO CHANDE NÁCI
BHUVAN BHOLÁNO RÚPE SÁJI
HE RÚPA DAKŚA LAKŚYA ÁMÁR
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HE RÚPA DAKŚA LAKŚYA ÁMÁR
TAVA SAMAKAKŚA NÁI JE ÁR
ANANTA TUMI ASIIM APÁR
TOMÁRE PÁOI BÁDHÁ JUJHI
BHUVAN BHOLÁNO RÚPE SÁJI
KALÁP O CHÚŔA BHRINGA MUKUR
KE GO ELE NECE NECE ÁJI
BHUVAN BHOLÁNO RÚPE SÁJI
Reflecting rings of multitudes of bees,
who came today,
dancing and decorated in a form that charms the world?
Who came,
pouring nectar over the world
with a look absorbed in sweetness?
He who knows You,
becomes Yours.
He who does not know You,
his load is also taken on by You.
With delight, unseen,
You move on dancing rhythmically.
O expert of forms,
my desideratum,
There is none equivalent to You.
You are endless, unlimited and infinite.
Attaining You takes place by struggling against obstacles only.