TUMI ÁMÁR SAB PEYECHIR PARASH MAŃI
TUCCHA KEU TOMÁR CHONYÁY
SONÁY D́HELE TULE ÁNI
TUMI ÁMÁR SAB PEYECHIR PARASH MAŃI
NIDÁGH DÁHE KLÁNTI HARÁ
DUHKHE SUKHE SHÁNTI BHARÁ
MAN BHRAMARÁY TRIPTA KARÁ
PRIITIR DEULER ARGHYAKHÁNI
TUMI ÁMÁR SAB PEYECHIR PARASH MAŃI
ÁCHO KÁCHE HÁTER PÁSHE
MITHYE GHURI DÚR VIDESHE
BÁNDHE RIPU AŚT́A PÁSHE
JAKHAN TOMÁY DÚRE MÁNI
TUMI ÁMÁR SAB PEYECHIR PARASH MAŃI
O Lord, You are my all providing touchstone. Any meager, with Your touch, can obtain
pouring gold. You remove the exhaustion caused by burning heat of the sun and provide
tranquility during pain and pleasure. You satiate the mental bee and offerings at the
temple of love. You are close to the hands, in vain I roamed from countries to countries.
When I consider You away, then the six internal enemies and eight nooses, bind me.