ARÚPA RATAN PRABHU MOR
TUMI MAN PRÁŃA ABHIRÁMA
BUJHINI TOMÁKE JÁNINÁ TUMI KE
JÁNI SHUDHU TUMI GUŃA DHÁMA
TUMI MAN PRÁŃA ABHIRÁMA
JE AKHAND́A LIILÁY SAB KICHU BHESE JÁY
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JE AKHAND́A LIILÁY SAB KICHU BHESE JÁY
JE AKHAND́A LIILÁY SAB KICHU BHESE JÁY
JE AKHAND́A LIILÁY SAB KICHU BHESE JÁY
AŃUR AŃUTVA KON ASIIME HÁRÁY
AŃUO BHÚMÁR MÁJHE CETANÁR SHATA SÁJE
RÚPA RACO TUMI AVIRÁMA
TUMI MAN PRÁŃA ABHIRÁMA
NRITYE CHANDE TÁLE CETANÁ EGIYE CALE
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NRITYE CHANDE TÁLE CETANÁ EGIYE CALE
NRITYE CHANDE TÁLE CETANÁ EGIYE CALE
NRITYE CHANDE TÁLE CETANÁ EGIYE CALE
ÚRMI MÁLÁY DYUTI MEKHALÁY UCCHALE
KII TUMI BHÁVIÁ CALO KE ÁR BUJHIBE BOLO
TAVA CARAŃE KOT́I PRAŃÁMA
TUMI MAN PRÁŃA ABHIRÁMA
ARÚPA RATAN PRABHU MOR
TUMI MAN PRÁŃA ABHIRÁMA
You are my formless gem.
You are overwhelmingly pleasant.
I do not understand You. I do not know who You are.
I only know that You are the receptacle of all attributes.
In the endless divine play, everything keeps floating.
In the infinite, meagre atoms become lost.
In microcosms and in the macrocosmos,
through consciousness’ hundreds of adornments,
You create forms without pause.
Amidst the rhythm and beat of dance,
consciousness advances,
oscillating brilliance within series of waves and glittering griddles.
What You think, tell me, who would understand?
Thus, I offer my salutations at Your feet millions of times.