EKT́I KATHÁ SHUDHU EKT́I KATHÁ
TOMÁRE SHUDHÁI
HE BHUVANESHVARA NIRDVIDHÁTE
KENO JIIVE ÁNO EI DHARÁTE
SHUDHU KI KLESH DITE
HE BHUVANESHVARA NIRDVIDHÁTE
JAGATE ESE JIIVA HÁSE KÁNDE
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JAGATE ESE JIIVA HÁSE KÁNDE
KABHU JYOTSNÁ MÁYÁY KABHU ULKÁPÁTE
MISHE JÁY DHULÁY AVALIILÁY
NIRAPEKŚA EK KAT́ÁKŚETE
HE BHUVANESHVARA NIRDVIDHÁTE
E LIILÁ NIT́HUR KHELÁ KENO KARO
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E LIILÁ NIT́HUR KHELÁ KENO KARO
KABHU, SHOKE BHÁSÁO KABHU KHUSHITE BHARO
KABHU, NIKAT́E ÁSO KABHU DÚRE SARO
ASHEŚA NIRVISHEŚA ÁLO ÁNDHÁRITE
HE BHUVANESHVARA NIRDVIDHÁTE
Only one question, only one question,
I shall to ask You,
O controller of the world.
Why did You bring living beings to this world,
only to give them pain?
Living beings come to this world to smile and cry.
Sometimes by the charm of the moonlight
and sometimes by the fall of meteorites.
In this game, they merge with the dust,
in a carefree manner, taking one impartial look.
Why do You perform this merciless play,
sometimes making us float in misery, sometimes filling us with joy?
Sometimes You come close and sometimes You move away,
into the endless and attributeless, in light and darkness.