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RÚPÁTIITA PRABHU TUMI
RÚPÁTIITA
RÚPÁTIITA PRABHU TUMI
RÚPA LOKE TAVA LIILÁ

AŃU BRIHAT CHOT́A MAHAT
TAVA BHÁVE HOY UTALÁ
RÚPA LOKE TAVA LIILÁ

KŚUDRA PUŚPE PARÁGETE
KŚUDRA PUŚPE
KŚUDRA PUŚPE PARÁGETE
NISHCHIDRA KAŚT́I SHILÁTE
HIMA VÁHE BHAYÁL SHROTE
AGNIGIRIR TUMI JVÁLÁ
RÚPA LOKE TAVA LIILÁ

ESO ESO ÁMÁR GHARE
ESO ESO
ESO ESO ÁMÁR GHARE
THÁKO HRID SAROJE BHARE
ATANDRITA PRÁŃER PARE
MANDRITA HOK VISHVA DOLÁ
RÚPA LOKE TAVA LIILÁ







O formless Lord,
Your divine game goes on
in the realm of forms.

Small and big,
meagre and great
all remain restless
in Your ideation.

In the pollen of the small flower,
in the solid testing stone,
in the dangerous stream of the glacier,
in the volcano,
You keep glowing.

Come to my home,
sit beside me
and fill the lotus of my heart.
With active vigour,
let the world vibrate.