JAY, JAY, JAY
JAY PRABHU TOMÁRI HOBE
BHULOKE DYULOKE GOLOKE TRILOKE
CIRA KÁL TUMI VIJAYII/STHÁYII BHÁVE? RABE
JAY PRABHU TOMÁRI HOBE
SHAKTIR MADE MATTA JÁRÁ
AHAḾKÁRE KRIITA DÁSA TÁRÁ
JAD́ER BÁNDHANE VIVEKA HÁRÁ
DHÚLITE TÁRÁ MILIYE JÁBE
JAY PRABHU TOMÁRI HOBE
ARUŃODAYE ÁNDHÁRE JÁRÁ
SHIVÁ KÁKÁRIR ANUCARA TÁRÁ
DÁNAVER KÁLO HÁTER DÁSA ERÁ
GHRŃÁR CARAŃÁGHÁTE LUT́ÁBE
JAY PRABHU TMÁRI HOBE
JAY, JAY, JAY
JAY PRABHU TOMÁRI HOBE
Victory to You, Lord
in heaven, earth, and the underworld.
Throughout everlasting time
the sound of Your victory will reverberate.
Those who are drunk on power are the slaves of vanity.
The bondage of materialism has made them lose their conscience,
they will ultimately mingle with the dust of the earth.
Even during sunrise
there are those who follow darkness
the companions of [avidya?].
They are slaves of the demon’s black hand
and will be scattered by his hateful kicks.