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TOMÁRI HÁSITE TOMÁRI BÁNSHITE
BHUVAN BHARIÁ REKHECHO

TOMÁRI ÁLOTE DIIP SHALÁKÁTE
PRADIIP JVÁLÁTE BALECHO
BHUVAN BHARIÁ REKHECHO

NIKAT́E VÁ DÚRE JÁ KICHU DEKHE THÁKI
TUMI CHÁŔÁ ÁRO KICHU NÁHI DEKHI
NIKAT́E VÁ DÚRE JÁ KICHU BHEVE THÁKI
SAB BHÁVANÁY TOMÁRI MÁKHÁ MÁKHI

TOMÁRI CANDANE NANDANA VANE
MÁDHURI CHAŔÁYE DIYECHO
BHUVAN BHARIÁ REKHECHO

RÚPERA DEULE ARÚP SÁDHANÁTE
SHONÁO TAVA DHVANI DIVAS NISHIITHE
ÁNDHÁR NÁSHIYÁ MARME PASHIYÁ
BÁNDHAN SARÁYE NIYECHO
BHUVAN BHARIÁ REKHECHO







With the melody of Your laughter
and the mystic music of Your flute
You inundate the world.

Wherever I gaze, be it near, be it far
I see nothing but You.
Whatever I think, in the present, in the past
is enmeshed in You.
A sweet smattering of Your sandal paste fragrance
pervades the garden of paradise.

In this temple of forms
throughout days and nights
You play Your eternal sound
adoring the Formless Divine.
Dispelling darkness
You pierce the secret cavern of my mind
and shatter the tethers of its bondages.