PRABHU KENO DÚRE ÁCHO
DÚRE THEKE KENO HESE CALECHO
TOMÁR RÚPETE BHUVAN BHARECHO
NIIPE NAVOBJE MÁDHURII D́HELECHO
ARUŃA KIRAŃE CARAŃ PHELECHO
TAMASÁ AMÁNISHÁ SARIYECHO
DÚRE THEKE KENO HESE CALECHO
IINGITE TAVA PRALAY GHAT́ÁY
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IINGITE TAVA PRALAY GHAT́ÁY
SAḾGIITE DHARÁ BHÁVE UPACÁY
BHRU BHAUNGIITE KÁLA MURACHÁY
LIILÁ CHALE LIKIYE RAYECHO
DÚRE THEKE KENO HESE CALECHO
PRABHU KENO DÚRE ÁCHO
DÚRE THEKE KENO HESE CALECHO
O Lord, why do You stay away, and go on smiling remaining far. You have filled the world
with Your beauty, and into niip and fresh lotus flowers, You fill sweetness. With crimson
rays, You spread Your feet, and remove the darkness of nights. With Your gesture, the
annihilating clouds appear. With Your song and will, the earth is created. With the
twisting gesture of Your eyebrow, the death faints, yet with the delusion of Your
liila’, You remain hidden.