KON AJÁNÁ LOKE PUŚPA MÁDHURII
SÁTHE ENECHILE HE DYUTIMAYA
NÚTAN KIRAŃE VARAŃE VARAŃE
RÚPA BHARE DILE VISHVAMAYA
SÁTHE ENECHILE HE DYUTIMAYA
PRATYÚŚA HOTE PRADOŚA AVADHI
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PRATYÚŚA HOTE PRADOŚA AVADHI
ÁLO D́HELE JÁO HE KARUŃÁ NIDHI
NISHIITHE SHÁNTI ENE DÁO PRABHU
NIIRAVA NITHAR TÁRAKÁMAYA
SÁTHE ENECHILE HE DYUTIMAYA
MANER KOŃETE JATA GLÁNI CHILO
TAVA BHÁVANÁY DÚRE SARE GELO
PRIITIR ÁLOKE NÁSHI MOHA SHOKE
T́ÁNO DHRUVA LOKE HE CINMAYA
SÁTHE ENECHILE HE DYUTIMAYA
KON AJÁNÁ LOKE PUŚPA MÁDHURII
SÁTHE ENECHILE HE DYUTIMAYA
O embodiment of effulgence,
from which unknown sphere,
did You bring floral sweetness?
O ocean of mercy,
from morning till evening
You pour out effulgence.
In the nights You provide peace,
amidst the motionless and silent stars.
All the agonies present in my mind
are removed by thinking of You.
Destroying sorrows and infatuation,
pull me unto my destination,
with the light of love,
O embodiment of consciousness.