ÁNDHÁR JIIVANE ÁLOK ENECHO
NIJERE VILÁY TUMI DIYECHO
KE BÁ JINÁNI KE AJINA BHEVE DEKHONI
AKÁTARE KRPÁ VÁRI D́HELECHO
NIJERE VILÁY TUMI DIYECHO
KÁR KII PRAYOJAN SE JÁNE NÁ
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KÁR KII PRAYOJAN SE JÁNE NÁ
AKÁRŃE CÁY KÁRAŃE CÁY NÁ
DÚR KE NIKAT́ BHÁVE NIKAT́ KE DÚR
JÁNI NÁ MARME TUMI RAYECHO
NIJERE VILÁY TUMI DIYECHO
KÁR KII PRAYOJAN TUMI JÁNO
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KÁR KII PRAYOJAN TUMI JÁNO
SEI BUJHE SHIITA TÁP VARAŚÁ ÁNO
MÚK MUKHE BHÁŚÁ DÁO ÁSHÁ JOGÁO
SAB KÁJ EKÁ KARE CALECHO
NIJERE VILÁY TUMI DIYECHO
ÁNDHÁR JIIVANE ÁLOK ENECHO
NIJERE VILÁY TUMI DIYECHO
To my dark life,
You brought illumination,
dissolving into it Your effulgent Self.
You do not distinguish between who is learned and who is not.
You indiscriminately pour the nectar of Your grace on the afflicted.
He doesn’t know his own role and purpose.
He doesn’t want to find the real cause.
He does everything without purpose.
He considers the distant one close and the near one far.
He doesn’t know that You reside within his core.
You know what purpose each one has.
You bring the heat of summer,
the cold of winter
and You bring rains.
You provide language and hope to the dumb.
You perform all works all alone.