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ÁMI JE DIKE TÁKÁI HERI O RÚPA KEVAL

SE JE BÁHIRE BHIITARE RAHE ÁLO JHALA MAL
SE JE ÁKÁSHE VÁTÁSE BHÁSE AMAL ÁBHÁY
SE JE PUŚPE PUŚPE HÁSE MADHUR MÁYÁY

SE JE HIYÁMÁJHE GÁN GÁY NÁBALÁ BHÁŚÁY
SE JE NRTYERA TÁLE ÁSE MADHU DYOTANÁY


TÁRE KEMANE BHÚLIBO ÁMI
SE JE NÁCÁY DOLÁY SADÁ SAPTA BHUMI
YADI LUKOBÁR TARE JÁI GIRI GUHÁTE
YADI NIIL VESHE NIILÁKÁSHE JÁI BHULÁTE

ÁMI JE DIKE TÁKÁI SE JE GHIRIÁ ÁCHE
HÁSE ÁNKHIR TÁRÁY KALO RANGERI MÁJHE
PÁSHARITE JATA CÁI PÁSHARÁ NÁ JAY GO
PÁSHARÁ NÁ JÁY
TÁRE CHEŔE BENCE THÁKÁ HOLO EKI DÁY GO
HOLO E KII DÁY

ÁMI JE DIKE TÁKÁI HERI O RÚP KEVAL
SE JE ÁMÁRI MÁJHÁRE HÁSE ÁLO JHALA MAL
ÁMI JE DIKE TÁKÁI HERI O RÚPA KEVAL
SE JE BÁHIRE BHITARE RAHE ÁLO JHALA MAL


Wherever I look, I see only His form,
glittering both inside and out.
In the sky and in the air He floats,
shining in pure resplendence,
smiling in all the flowers.

With the magic of His sweetness,
He sings in unspoken words into all hearts.
With sweet vibrations
He comes in the cadence of dance.

How can I forget Him?
He who stirs the seven realms
and makes them swing and dance?

Whether I hide myself in mountain caves,
or conceal myself in the sky,
disguised in skyblue garments
wherever I go
He is already there,
surrounding all.

He smiles in the iris of the eye.
He smiles in the pupil of the eye.
The more I try to forget Him,
the more I remember,
the more I remember.
How difficult is it to live without Him!

Wherever I look, I see only His form.
He is inside me, glittering and laughing.








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