KHUNJE KHUNJE KLÁNTA
HOYE EKALÁ BASE TARUR CHÁYE
URDDHVA PÁNE BHÁVACHI
CEYE SHUDHU EKT́I KATHÁ
ARUPA TUMI VIRÚPA KENO
LUKIE ÁCHO KOTHÁ
SHUDHU EKT́I KATHÁ
NEIKO ÁMÁR KONO SIDDHI
NEIKO VIDYÁ SAMRIDDHI
NEIKO AGÁDHA PRAJINÁ
BUDDHI KÚLER ITIKATHÁ
ABUJHA HOLEO BUJHITE CÁI
TOMÁR GUŃA GÁTHÁ
SHUDHU EKT́I KATHÁ
CÁI NÁ ÁMI YOGASIDDHI
CÁI NÁ ARTHA SAMRIDDHI
CÁI NÁ VIDYÁDIIPTA
BUDDHI NIŚIKTA NIICATÁ
ACIN HOLEO CINITE CÁI
TOMÁR HE DEVATÁ
SHUDHU EKT́I KATHÁ
URDDHVA PÁNE BHÁVACHI
CEYE SHUDHU EKT́I KATHÁ
Having become tire searching and searching,
sitting alone in the shade of the tree,
looking upwards I think of only one subject.
O formless one,
why are You adverse to me, where are You hidden?
I have no attainment, no wealth of wisdom,
no deep intuition or intellect or glorifying history of lineage.
Remaining unwise, I want to understand Your attributes.
I do not want attainment of yoga, I do not wish plenty of riches,
I do not want meagreness devoid of real knowledge, though shining with skill.
O Divinity, being unknown, I want to recognise You.