ELE ARÚPA SHROTE RÚPER PARIDHITE
PRIYATAMA TUMI TAMASÁ NÁSHO HARI
SRIŚT́I STITHI LAYE VIDHRITA NILAYE
LIILÁ KARO HE ÁNANDA VIHÁRI
PRIYATAMA TUMI TAMASÁ NÁSHO HARI
RÚPÁTIITA VIBHU RÚPE ELE KABE
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RÚPÁTIITA VIBHU RÚPE ELE KABE
KON SE ATIITE ÁLOK UTSAVE
CHAŔIYE DILE PRÁŃA KON SE ÁSAVE
KATA NÁ KAḾSÁVATANSA SAMHÁRI
PRIYATAMA TUMI TAMASÁ NÁSHO HARI
ÁSÁ JÁOÁ TAVA HOYE NÁKO KABHU
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ÁSÁ JÁOÁ TAVA HOYE NÁKO KABHU
DESHAGATA BÁDHÁ NÁHI TOMÁR PRABHU
ABODHA MAN TOMÁY KÁCHE D́ÁKE TABU
YADIO TUMI ANTARTARA CÁRI
PRIYATAMA TUMI TAMASÁ NÁSHO HARI
ELE ARÚPA SHROTE RÚPER PARIDHITE
PRIYATAMA TUMI TAMASÁ NÁSHO HARI
O most beloved Lord,
You came within the periphery of form,
annihilating darkness.
In the arena held and confined within creation, sustenance and dissolution,
You continue Your illusive game,
O enjoyer of bliss.
O entity beyond form,
when did You come within form?
When in the past during the festivity of effulgence?
With what elixir did You scatter vitality,
and how many devilish entities did You destroy?
For You, there takes place no coming and going.
O Lord,
You are not restricted to any particular place.
Still, this ignorant mind calls You close,
even though You move within its inner self.