TOMÁRI DEOÁ SURE TOMÁRI BHÁŚÁ BHARE
HE PRABHU TAVA TARE GEYE GECHI GÁN
ÁMÁR BOLITE NEI KICHU ETE
TOMÁRI SHAKTITE TAVA AVADÁN
HE PRABHU TAVA TARE GEYE GECHI GÁN
JABE KUHAKE BHULE BHESECHI MOHA JAD́E
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JABE KUHAKE BHULE BHESECHI MOHA JAD́E
AHAMIKÁR GHORE ÁMÁR MANE KARE
TUMII SE KÁLE TUMI BUJHIYE DILE
NEI ÁMÁR KICHU KARITE AVADHÁN
HE PRABHU TAVA TARE GEYE GECHI GÁN
DIYECHO PHÚL HÁR PRIITIRI SAMBHÁR
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DIYECHO PHÚL HÁR PRIITIRI SAMBHÁR
ŚOD́ASH UPÁCÁR VIIŃÁR JHAUNKÁR
BOLILE DEKHE JÁO BHITARE TÁKÁO
CÁO VÁ NÁHI CÁO E KARUŃÁR DÁN
HE PRABHU TAVA TARE GEYE GECHI GÁN
With the melody given by You,
using Your own language,
O Lord,
for You I sing this song.
I have nothing to call my own.
All is but Your energy and gift.
I had been totally lost in delusion,
blindly attached to intense ego.
At that time You made me understand
that I have in reality nothing to offer You.
You gave me floral garlands of love
and the methodology of worship.
You gave me the tinkling of Your lyre.
You told me to continue performing my introspective practice,
whether I would relish it or not.
These are the graceful gifts of Your compassion.