TOMÁY BHEVE, BHÁLOBESE
HOYEGECHI ÁPAN HÁRÁ
RÚPER RASER E SAḾSÁRE
SAB KICHUTEI TUMI BHARÁ
JÁ NEI BHÁVI
TÁ TUMI SABI
JÁ ÁCHE TÁ TOMÁR CHAVI
UDAY ASTER, UDAY ASTER
UDAY ASTER
UDAY ASTER DUT́II RAVI
CHAŔÁY TOMÁR RAUNGER DHÁRÁ
HOYE GECHI ÁPAN HÁRÁ
ATIITE KI CHILO JÁNINÁ
BHAVIŚYATE KI THÁKABE NÁ
O SAB BHEVE, O SAB BHEVE
O SAB BHEVE KÁLA KÁT́ÁI NÁ
BHÁVI KEU NEI TUMI CHÁŔÁ
HOYE GECHI ÁPAN HÁRÁ
TOMÁY BHEVE, BHÁLOBESE
HOYEGECHI ÁPAN HÁRÁ
Thinking of You, of Your love
I lost myself.
You pervade the form and flow of the world.
Even those things beyond my imagination, are also You.
Whatever exists, has Your lustre.
The sun, in its rising and setting
shares Your colourful flow.
The past I do not know, nor what will be.
I don’t spend time worrying about all these things.
I leave behind any thought other than this:
that there is only You.