ÁLO JHARÁNO EI BHUVANE
ÁLO JHARÁNO EI BHUVANE
LIILÁ RACE JÁO GOPANE GAHANE
ÚŚÁTE DILE RÁG HRDAYE ANURÁG
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ÚŚÁTE DILE RÁG HRDAYE ANURÁG
PUŚPE PARÁG GLÁNITE VIRÁG
NIILÁKÁSHER VIDHU KORAKERI MADHU
MUKHAR HE BANDHU TOMÁRI GUŃAGÁNE
LIILÁ RACE JÁO GOPANE GAHANE
ÁCHO GIRI SHIRE PÁTÁLE KANDARE
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ÁCHO GIRI SHIRE PÁTÁLE KANDARE
SINDHU GAHVARE HARAŚE ÁNKHI NIIRE
JIIVAN TUMI CHÁŔÁ PHAŃI MANI HÁRÁ
TUMII DHRUVA TÁRÁ SMARAŃE MANANE
LIILÁ RACE JÁO GOPANE GAHANE
ÁLO JHARÁNO EI BHUVANE
ÁLO JHARÁNO EI BHUVANE
LIILÁ RACE JÁO GOPANE GAHANE
O Lord, in this light scattering world, You go on making illusive game, liila’, in deep
secrecy. You provided crimson colour to the morning, and affrction in the heart, the
pragrance in flowers and aversion in repentenence. The moon of the blue sky, the honey of
the core, are expressing Your glorifying songs. You are on the top of the mountain, in
caves and in the netherworld. You are also in depth of the sea and tears of joy. Having
left You, the life is like the gemlost serpent. You are the only pole star in remembering
and meditation.