BHUVANE TOMÁR TULANÁ NÁI
TÁI TUMI MOR DEVATÁ
KONO KŚUDRATÁ TOMÁTE NÁI
OGO ANUPAMA VIDHÁTÁ
TÁI TUMI MOR DEVATÁ
PATH CALITE TAVA ÁLOKE ÁSHIIŚE
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PATH CALITE TAVA ÁLOKE ÁSHIIŚE
GIITE METE THÁKI TAVA BHÁVÁVESHE
BHÁVA SAḾVESHE PRÁŃOCCHVÁSE
DÚRE SARE GELO DIINTÁ
TÁI TUMI MOR DEVATÁ
KON ATIITE RACILE JAGATE
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KON ATIITE RACILE JAGATE
BÁNDHÁ PAŔE GELE SEI DIN HOTE
SABÁR MÁJHÁRE MAŃI DYUTI HÁRE
MÚRTA KARILE MAMATÁ
TÁI TUMI MOR DEVATÁ
BHUVANE TOMÁR TULANÁ NÁI
TÁI TUMI MOR DEVATÁ
In this world,
You have no comparison.
This is why You are my personal Deity,
O incomparable Lord.
I move on the path
by Your illumination and blessing.
I am engrossed in Your song
by the impulse of Your ideation.
By the interplay of ideation and deep exhalation,
all poverty vanishes.
Since that unknown past when You created the universe,
bondage has been present.
Unto all,
with a garland of shining gems,
You bestow affection.