TOMÁR RÚPE JAGAT ÁLO
TÁI KI LÁGE SAB BHÁLO
MANDA MADHUR MALAYÁNILE
MANER MÁJHE MADHU D́HÁLO
TÁI KI LÁGE SAB BHÁLO
ÁKÁSHA VÁTÁS ÁNDOLITA
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ÁKÁSHA VÁTÁS ÁNDOLITA
AŃU MÁNAS UDVELITA
AJÁNÁ KON SURER LIILÁY
AMBU MÁLÁY DOLÁ DILO
TÁI KI LÁGE SAB BHÁLO
MASII KRIŚŃA NIKAŚA NISHÁ
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MASII KRIŚŃA NIKAŚA NISHÁ
SARE GELO KÁLO KUÁSHÁ
RIKTA RÁGE RAKTIMÁSHÁ
PÚRVA KAKUBHE ÚŚÁ ELO
TÁI KI LÁGE SAB BHÁLO
TOMÁR RÚPE JAGAT ÁLO
TÁI KI LÁGE SAB BHÁLO
By Your effulgence the world is illuminated.
That is why everything appears lovely.
You pour nectar into the mind
through the soft and sweet sandal breeze.
The sky and air are stirred
and the microcosmic mind is restless.
With what charm of unknown melody
did You raise series of waves?
The intensely black and dark night
and the dark fog have disappeared.
The crimson ray of hope in the east appears,
to fill emptiness.