ÁMI, JATA T́UKU BUJHITE PÁRI HE DEVATÁ
JÁ BUJHI BOLITE PÁRI NA
TUMI KI JÁNO NÁ DARSHAN O VIJINÁNA
TÁI TÁ BOLÁR PRASHNAO UT́HE NÁ
JÁ BUJHI BOLITE PÁRI NA
JIIVANER ÁDI KOTHÁ KEU JÁNE NÁ
SIIMÁR PRATYANTE JÁY NÁ NÁ
BÁDHÁ MÁPÁ JÁHÁ ÁCHE TÁTE METE RAHUYÁCHE
AHAMIKÁ TABU SARTE NÁ
JÁ BUJHI BOLITE PÁRI NA
KŚUDRA YADI NIJERE KŚUDRA KAY
ET́Á TÁR SVÁBHÁVIKA VINAY TO NAY
EI SVÁBHÁVIKATÁ HE DEVATÁ
TAVA KARUŃÁY KENO BHARE DÁO NÁ
JÁ BUJHI BOLITE PÁRI NA
ÁMI, JATA T́UKU BUJHITE PÁRI HE DEVATÁ
JÁ BUJHI BOLITE PÁRI NA
I am able to understand a little about You, O Lord,
yet, I am unable to articulate whatever it is I may know.
Philosophy and science do not know what You are.
That is why the question of articulation does not arise.
No one knows,
where the origin of life lies.
Situated beyond all limitations,
it is impossible to know it.
You remain intoxicated within all that is bound and measurable.
Yet, our ego does not give up.
It is natural,
for the meagre to call itself small.
This is not false modesty.
It is natural.
O divinity,
so why not bestow Your grace upon us?