ÁNDHÁRE DIIP JVELE JÁI
DIIP SHALÁKÁ TAVA PRADIIP TOMÁRO
GHRITA SALITÁ TUMI, ÁMÁR KICHUI NÁI
DIIP JVELE JÁI
JE KARE SPARSHE DHARIYÁCHI SHALÁKÁ
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JE KARE SPARSHE DHARIYÁCHI SHALÁKÁ
SEO PRIYATAMA TAVA KARUŃÁRI KAŃIKÁ
ÁMÁR BOLITE ÁCHE JE ÁMI
TÁKEO KÁCHE ASAMAYE SÁTHE NÁHI PÁI
DIIP JVELE JÁI
ANÁDI KÁLER PRABHU ANANTA VIBHU
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ANÁDI KÁLER PRABHU ANANTA VIBHU
VISHVA UPACIYÁ RACIYÁCHO PARIBHU
MORE GHIRE RACIYÁCHO SATATA SAUNGE ÁCHO
TOMÁRI JAYA GÁN GÁI
DIIP JVELE JÁI
I keep kindling my lamp in the darkness.
The matchstick is Yours,
the lamp is Yours too.
The wick and the ghee are Yours alone,
nothing is mine.
The hands with which I hold the stick
are also a particle of Your mercy,
O dearest.
Whatever I consider my own self,
not even that do I find staying with me every now and then.
O infinite Lord since beginningless time,
You created a world with limits.
You created it,
surrounding and remaining with me all the time.
I ever sing Your victory song.