ÁLOKE ÁNDHÁRE E KII LIILÁ
RACIÁ CALECHO HE DAYÁMAYA
KAKHANO KÁNDÁO KAKHANO HÁSÁO
KAKHANO JÁNÁO TUMI SARVAMAYA
RACIÁ CALECHO HE DAYÁMAYA
KAKHANO MERUTE DYUTI ÁNÁO
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KAKHANO MERUTE DYUTI ÁNÁO
KAKHANO MERUTE PUŚPA PHOT́ÁO
KAKHANO IISHÁN KOŃE MEGHER GHAT́Á ENE
KÁLA BAESHÁKHITE HOYO JHAINJHÁMAYA
RACIÁ CALECHO HE DAYÁMAYA
SHATA RÚPE TOMÁRE BESECHI BHÁLO
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SHATA RÚPE TOMÁRE BESECHI BHÁLO
YUGE YUGE TUMI MOR ÁSHÁR ÁLO
KÁCHE VÁ DÚRE THÁKO ÁŔÁLE JEO NÁKO
MANER VITÁNE TUMI GIITI MAYA
RACIÁ CALECHO HE DAYÁMAYA
ÁLOKE ÁNDHÁRE E KII LIILÁ
RACIÁ CALECHO HE DAYÁMAYA
What divinely illusory game You keep creating,
O kind Lord!
Sometimes You make one smile.
Sometime You make one cry.
And sometimes You make one know that You are everything.
Sometimes You bring a shine on the mountain peaks.
And sometimes You bloom flowers on them.
Sometimes You make intense clouds appear in the northeastern sky
and You become an annihilating storm.
I love You in Your hundreds of forms.
You are my ray of hope for me, age after age.
In the arbor of my mind, stay either close or far,
but do not hide Yourself.