ALAS PRAHARE KARUŃÁY ÁNKHI BHARE
TUMI PRABHU MOR PÁNE TÁKIYE CHILE
MANDRITA PAVANE NANDITA SVANANE
ÁNDHÁRER STÚPE ÁLO JHARIYE CHILE
TUMI PRABHU MOR PÁNE TÁKIYE CHILE
VAJRER HUNKÁRE ESE CHILE BÁRE BÁR
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VAJRER HUNKÁRE ESE CHILE BÁRE BÁR
ASHANI NIPÁTE CHINNA CHILO SANSÁR
NIRÁLÁY TUMI ESE MADHUR MOHAN HESE
NIJA HÁTE ÁNKHI PÁTE MUCHIYE DILE
TUMI PRABHU MOR PÁNE TÁKIYE CHILE
TUCCHA HOLEO BUJHILÁM ÁMI NAI EKÁ
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TUCCHA HOLEO BUJHILÁM ÁMI NAI EKÁ
SHAYANE SVAPANE JÁGARAŃE TUMI ÁCHO SAKHÁ
ÁMÁR ÁMIR MÁJHE RÁGA? SAMÁROHE RÁJE
TAVA AMIYA DYUTI AMITA KÁLER
TUMI PRABHU MOR PÁNE TÁKIYE CHILE
With compassionate eyes,
during Your leisure period,
O Lord,
You glanced at me.
With the blissful resonance of the oscillating wind,
You poured effulgence over the pile of darkness.
With the roar of thunder You came many a time,
shattering the world into pieces by the strike of lightning.
You came privately, smiling with sweet charm.
You wiped off my tears with Your own hands.
Even though I was meagre,
You made me understand that I am not alone.
In sleep, dream and while awake
You are always with me as my sakha, my eternal companion.
Within my “I” feeling,
established as royal festivity,
remains Your nectar-like effulgence for time immemorial.