VISHVA BHUVAN BHARE ÁCHO
KHUNJE MARI TABU
ÁLOR SÁGAR MÁJHE THEKEO
ÁLO JÁCI PRABHU
VISHVA BHUVAN BHARE ÁCHO
KHUNJE MARI TABU
PHÚL DEKHE JÁI RAUNGER TARE
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PHÚL DEKHE JÁI RAUNGER TARE
GANDHA MADHUO PRÁŃE DHARE
DEKHI NÁ TÁR KORAK BHARE
LUKIYE ÁCHE VIBHU
VISHVA BHUVAN BHARE ÁCHO
KHUNJE MARI TABU
MANER ABHÁVE BHÁVI NÁI
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MANER ABHÁVE BHÁVI NÁI
BHÁVER GHARE TOMÁRE PÁI
PÚRŃA HOYE JÁI JE SABÁI
DHYÁNÁLOKE HE SVAYAMBHÚ
VISHVA BHUVAN BHARE ÁCHO
KHUNJE MARI TABU
O Lord, You pervade the entire universe, still I go on searching You. Remaining within the
ocean of effulgence, I seek illumination. The flower goes on looking for colours, even
though holding fragrance and honey within itself, but does not see that in its core, the
Lord is hidden. In the absence of mind, I do not think, and find You in the home of
feelings. O the Selfcreated Lord, all go on becoming perfect, in the illumination of
meditation.