TUMI, NANDAN MANTHAN CANDAN SÁR
ÁJ ESO PRABHU GHARE ÁMÁR
ÁMI, KHULIÁ REKHECHI VÁTÁYAN DVÁR
GHAT́E STHÁPIÁCHI SHUBHA SAHÁKÁR
ESO PRABHU GHARE ÁMÁR
ÁRATRIKA TAVA NÁHIKO JÁNÁ
GOTRA TOMÁR KABHU HOENI SHONÁ
TABU, D́EKE JETE NEIKO KONO MÁNÁ
IŚT́A RUPE JE NÁMAT́I TOMÁR
ESO PRABHU GHARE ÁMÁR
MURTI TOMÁR KONO JÁY NI JÁNÁ
PRIYA TIIRTHER NÁM HOENI SHONÁ
ÁMI ATMA TIIRTHER TÁI KARI RACANÁ
JE DEULE UCCHALE SÁRÁTSÁR
ESO PRABHU GHARE ÁMÁR
TUMI, NANDAN MANTHAN CANDAN SÁR
ÁJ ESO PRABHU GHARE ÁMÁR
O Lord, You are the churned out essence of heavenly sandal. Today you come to my home. I
have kept open the windows of balcony. I have placed the auspicious mango twigs with
leaves over the pitcher. I do not know the welcome waving of lamp for You, I never heard
of Your caste, yet, there is no restriction in calling You. Your name is my object. Your
idol is not known. Any name of lovely pilgrim place is not heard. Hence I create my own
self as pilgrim place, within which essence of essence is overwhelmed.