MANER KOŃE SAḾGOPANE
KE GO TUMI BASE EKELÁ
MARMA MÁJHE DICCHO DOLÁ
CÁO NI KICHU KAO NI KICHU
CHAŔAO HÁSI MUKTÁ MÁLÁ
MARMA MÁJHE DICCHO DOLÁ
SAUNGII KI KEU NEIKO TOMÁR
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SAUNGII KI KEU NEIKO TOMÁR
TÁRI KHONJE GHORO CÁRI DHÁR
ATAL APÁR EI CARÁCARA
TÁI KI NIYE KHELÁY BHOLÁ
MARMA MÁJHE DICCHO DOLÁ
NEIKO TOMÁR KONOI ABHÁVA
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NEIKO TOMÁR KONOI ABHÁVA
SAKAL BHÁVEI TUMI MAHÁBHÁVA
AŃU BHÚMÁY SAMÁN PRABHÁVA
SHATEK DHÁRÁY RACO LIILÁ
MARMA MÁJHE DICCHO DOLÁ
MANER KOŃE SAḾGOPANE
KE GO TUMI BASE EKELÁ
MARMA MÁJHE DICCHO DOLÁ
Secretly sitting by Yourself in the deep recess,
who are You, oscillating the core of my mind?
You do not want anything.
You do not say anything.
You scatter a smile like clusters of pearls.
You have no companion.
Who do You look for, wandering about in all places?
You remain ever busy, playing with this limitless world.
You have no scarcity.
You are the collection of all thoughts as great ideation.
Equally influencing the Cosmic and the microcosm,
You create this illusive game in hundreds of styles.