PRABHU, TOMÁR LIILÁY
PRABHU, TOMÁR LIILÁY
TOMÁR LIILÁY
BÚJHE UT́HÁ DÁY
KAKHANO KÁNDÁY KAKHANO HÁSÁY
BHÁLO BHÁVE CINIYÁO NÁ CINITE CÁY
PRABHU, TOMÁR LIILÁY
BÚJHE UT́HÁ DÁY
ALAKÁR BÚK THEKE DHEYE ÁSO
MANER GAHAN KOŃE NIIRAVE BASO
ALAKŚYE THEKE JATA TAMASÁ NÁSHO
JÁNO TUMI KE KII KARE BOLE BHEVE JÁY
PRABHU, TOMÁR LIILÁY
BÚJHE UT́HÁ DÁY
SANÁTAN LIILÁ TAVA CALAMÁN RATH
JE RIITI TE TUMI CALO TÁI HOY PATH
TOMÁTE ESE MESHE JATA NIITI MAT
JATA RÁG RÁGINII TAVA GIITI GÁY
PRABHU, TOMÁR LIILÁY
BÚJHE UT́HÁ DÁY
O Lord,
it is difficult to understand Your divine game, Your liila.
Sometimes You make us smile,
sometimes You make us cry.
You do not allow Yourself to be understood well.
You come running from the bosom of heaven
and silently stay in the deep recess of the mind.
Unseen, You destroy all darkness.
You know what everyone is doing and thinking.
You move through the eternal game, Your liila,
with Your cart.
The way You go becomes the path.
All theories and principles come but to merge in You.
All schools and modes of music sing but Your song.