TOMÁKE BHÁLOBESECHI
BHÁLOBESECHI
DEKHINIKO NAYANE
DHARINIKO MANANE
SHUDHU SHRAVAŃE SHUNECHI
BHÁLOBESECHI
ÁCHO TUMI BUJHIYÁCHI
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ÁCHO TUMI BUJHIYÁCHI
KRPÁNIDHI MÁNIYÁCHI
LIILÁ KARO DEKHITECHI
TÁI TAVA PÁNE CALECHI
BHÁLOBESECHI
ÁCHO TUMI SARVA LOKE
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ÁCHO TUMI SARVA LOKE
VISHVA JANER SUKHE DUHKHE
JVÁLÁMUKHII JYOTSNÁLOKE
EI SATYA MARME MENECHI
BHÁLOBESECHI
TOMÁKE BHÁLOBESECHI
BHÁLOBESECHI
O Lord, I love You. I have not seen You with eyes, did not hold You in mind, only heard
through the ears. I understood that You exist, and consider You as the treasure of grace.
I see You performing the illusive game liila’, thus I move towards You. You are in all
arenas, in pain and pleasures of the people of the world, in volcanos and moonlight, this
truth I admit in the core of my mind.