TOMÁRE BHÁLOBESECHI
LOKA LÁJA NÁHI REKHECHI
GOLÁPE KÁCHE CEYECHI
KÁNT́ÁRE NÁHI BHEVECHI?
LOKA LÁJA NÁHI REKHECHI
GIRI SHIIRŚE UT́HECHI
HIME BHAYA NÁHI KARECHI
UPALE UTPALETE
PÁRTHAKY NÁHI KARECHI
LOKA LÁJA NÁHI REKHECHI
HUTÁSHE MAHADÁSHÁKE
TULÁDAND́E MEPECHI
MAHÁKÁSHA GHAT́ÁKÁSHA KE
JIIVANEMENE NIYECHI
LOKA LÁJA NÁHI REKHECHI
TOMÁRE BHÁLOBESECHI
LOKA LÁJA NÁHI REKHECHI
O Lord, I love You, and do not adhere to any worldly shyness. I wanted the rose close
without bothering for thorns. I climb the mountain top without fearing the ice. I do not
distinguish between stone and lotus. I measure with a balance both dejection and great
hope. Both great space and the cloudy sky, I have accepted in my life.