BHULOKE DYULOKE E KII MÁYÁY
NÁCÁLE PRABHU TUMI CHANDE RÁGE
PRATIT́I PALAKE JYOTI JHALAKE
BHARILE ÁBRAHMASTAMBA ANURÁGE
NÁCÁLE PRABHU TUMI CHANDE RÁGE
PALAKE PALAKE E KII PULAKERI SHROTA
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PALAKE PALAKE E KII PULAKERI SHROTA
JHALAKE JHALAKE ÁSE BHÁSE OTAH PROTA
CINTÁY BHÁVANÁY SHUBHA PRADYOTA
CHAŔIYE DILE PRIITI PRAETI PARÁGE
NÁCÁLE PRABHU TUMI CHANDE RÁGE
HE DEVATÁ MOR KATHÁ BHULO NÁ JENO
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HE DEVATÁ MOR KATHÁ BHULO NÁ JENO
NÁI MOR ITIKATHÁ SÁDHANÁ KONO
NÁI PUŃYER BALA CETANÁ JENO
TABU PRATIIKŚÁ RATA CITTA KRPÁ MÁGE
NÁCÁLE PRABHU TUMI CHANDE RÁGE
BHULOKE DYULOKE E KII MÁYÁY
NÁCÁLE PRABHU TUMI CHANDE RÁGE
With what charm,
O Lord,
do You make the physical world and heaven
dance with rhythm and beat?
Each moment, by the shine of effulgence,
You fill all with love,
from a blade of grass to the entire cosmos.
In each blink of the eye, the stream of joy is present.
In each glimpse, Your individual and collective associations arise and float.
In all thinking and ideation,
You scatter Your auspicious glow with the fragrance of love.
O my Divinity,
do not forget me.
I have neither glory nor sadhana,
no strength of virtue nor consciousness.
Still, my mind remains ever engrossed, awaiting Your grace.