NABHAH NIILIMÁY ÁR MANERI KOŃE
SAB KHÁNE RAYE GECHO TUMI GOPANE
PÁTRA PÁTRÁTIITA KONO BHEDA NÁHI TAVA
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PÁTRA PÁTRÁTIITA KONO BHEDA NÁHI TAVA
KÁLE KÁLÁTIITE SHÁSHVATA ABHINAVA
DESHE DESHÁTIITE ÁSO RÚPE NAVA NAVA
PRAKÁSHE GAHANE
SAB KHÁNE RAYE GECHO TUMI GOPANE
SHÁSTRA VIDYÁ BUDDHI DHARITE NÁ PÁRE
AESHVARYA RIDDHI DÚRE KENDE MARE
LOK SIDDHI VYARTHATÁY DÁNŔÁY GHARE
KARUŃÁI SÁR JENE
SAB KHÁNE RAYE GECHO TUMI GOPANE
NABHAH NIILIMÁY ÁR MANERI KOŃE
SAB KHÁNE RAYE GECHO TUMI GOPANE
In the blue colour of the sky
and all corners of my mind,
You are secretly present.
You do not discriminate between deserving and non-deserving.
You are eternal and ever new.
You reside both within and beyond the periphery of time.
You come within and beyond the domain of space and form,
as ever new and intense light.
Scriptures, intellect and skills cannot catch hold of You.
Power and affluence cry out from a distance.
They surrender all mundane success,
knowing Your mercy to be the real essence.