JE KAMAL PHÚT́E CHILO SAROVARE UCCHALA
PRABHÁT SAMIIRE TÁR BHESE ÁSE PARIMALA
BÁHIRE JÁY NÁ DEKHÁ MANANEI THÁKE ÁNKÁ
MANA MÁJHE PHÚT́E THÁKE TRIBHUVANE SE VIRALA
PRABHÁT SAMIIRE TÁR BHESE ÁSE PARIMALA
SATATA UDBHÁSITA SÚRYER PÁNE ÁNKHI
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SATATA UDBHÁSITA SÚRYER PÁNE ÁNKHI
NIYATA JÁGIÁ THÁKE SAORA KIRAŃ MÁKHI
MRIŃÁLE YUKTA HOYE KARDAME NÁHI CHÚNYE
PULAKE HÁSITE THÁKE LIILÁ RASE SE CAPALA
PRABHÁT SAMIIRE TÁR BHESE ÁSE PARIMALA
E MÁN SAROVARA ÁMÁR NÁHI SHUKÁY
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E MÁN SAROVARA ÁMÁR NÁHI SHUKÁY
TÚHINE PUŚT́A HOYE NIDÁGHEO THEKE JÁY
TARAUNGE CHAL CHALA PRIITITE SMUJJVALA
YUGE YUGÁNTARE PAREO SUVIMALA
PRABHÁT SAMIIRE TÁR BHESE ÁSE PARIMALA
JE KAMAL PHÚT́E CHILO SAROVARE UCCHALA
PRABHÁT SAMIIRE TÁR BHESE ÁSE PARIMALA
The lotus beautifully bloomed in the lake.
In the morning breeze, its fragrance comes floating.
It is not possible to see it in the outside world.
It can be estimated only within the mind.
That lotus,
rare in the three worlds,
bloomed in my mind.
Its eyes are constantly open and directed towards the sun.
It ever remains awake inundated by solar rays.
Even though attached to its stem, it does not touch the mud.
It smiles with joy in the restless flow of Your divine play.
May this mental lotus lake of mine never dry up.
May it flourish even in snow and exist in the hot sun.
Vibrant with waves that have been brightened by love,
may its beauty last from age to age.