VISHVA JETHÁY LIIN HOYE JÁY
VISHVAMBHARA TOMÁR SHARAŃE
SHRAVAŃE MANANE NIDIDHYÁSANE
SÁMARASYERI AEKYA TÁNE
VISHVAMBHARA TOMÁR SHARAŃE
ANEKER MÁJHE RAYE GECHE EK
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ANEKER MÁJHE RAYE GECHE EK
EKAI LIILÁ RASE NÁCE JE ANEK
EKERI KUINJE PUINJE PUINJE
ALI GUINJARE GHIRE CARAŃE
VISHVAMBHAR TOMÁR SHARAŃE
EK THEKE ESE EKE JÁY MISHE
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EK THEKE ESE EKE JÁY MISHE
ANEK BHÁVANÁ EK HOY SHEŚE
EKI BHÁVE RÁJE ANEKER SÁJE
SE RÁKHÁL RÁJE SABÁI MÁNE
VISHVAMBHAR TOMÁR SHARAŃE
VISHVA JETHÁY LIIN HOYE JÁY
VISHVAMBHARA TOMÁR SHARAŃE
The universe keeps merging in You, seeking shelter,
O sustainer of the world,
O Vishvambhar.
Through hearing, remembrance and meditation,
it melodiously flows in unison.
Within multiplicities, You remain one.
Under the flow of the spell of only one, many revolve.
In the arbor of one, groups and groups of honeybees hum
and surround Your feet.
All came from one and eventually merge in one.
In the end, innumerable feelings become one.
Amidst many adornments, one ideation is established,
as all accept that King of cowherds.