ARÚP DEVATÁ RÚPER DEULE
KÁR LÁGI TUMI TITHI GONO
JÁHÁ THÁKIBE NÁ TÁHÁ NIYE KENO
SAMVEDANE JÁL BONO
SAMVEDANE JÁL BONO TUMI,
SAMVEDANE JÁL BONO
KÁR LÁGI TUMI TITHI GONO
RÚPER EI DHARÁ
TAVA MAHIMÁY RÚPÁTIITE MILIYÁ MISHIYÁ JÁY
TABE KENO LIILÁY
RÚPE RACANÁY MÁTO JÁTE NÁHI LÁBH KONO
KÁR LÁGI TUMI TITHI GONO
JÁNI MICHE NAY SRIŚT́I RACANÁ,
STHÁYIIO NAHE GO EI KALPANÁ
CALE CALÁ CHAVI BUJHI TÁRÁ SABI
TABU KENO MANE MOH ÁNO,
KÁR LÁGI TUMI TITHI GONO
O formless Lord
for whom do You wait anxiously
in this temple of forms?
You entangle us in illusory love
for that which will not last long.
For these forms must merge
in Your formlessness
through Your grace.
Why did You so sportingly create
this colourful ephemeral world?
Its movement has its place, no doubt,
in Your circular imaginative flow.
Yet why did You choose to delude our minds
who must ultimately merge in You.
Why did You create this temple of forms,
and for whom do You anxiously wait?