ÁMÁR ÁINCAL PÁTÁ CHILO NÁ PRABHU
TUMI UJÁŔ KARE D́HELE CHILE
ÁMI TOMÁR PÁNE CÁI NI KABHU
TUMI ÁMÁY D́EKE NIYE CHILE
TUMI UJÁŔ KARE D́HELE CHILE
KATA PATHER KÁNT́Á BINDHECHE PÁYE
DHULÁY GECHO DHÚSAR HOYE
RAVI KARE ÁRAKTA HOYE, MOR KUT́IRE ESE CHILE
TUMI UJÁŔ KARE D́HELE CHILE
ÁMI JAD́ER PÁNE CHILUM CEYE
MATTA MADIR BADHIR HOYE
TUMI KRPÁR D́ÁLÁ HÁTHE NIYE
ÁMÁR PÁNE CEYE CHILE
TUMI UJÁŔ KARE D́HELE CHILE
ÁMÁR ÁINCAL PÁTÁ CHILO NÁ PRABHU
TUMI UJÁŔ KARE D́HELE CHILE
O Lord, my scarf was not spread, yet, You overwhelmingly poured over that. I never looked
at You, yet, You have called me. How many thorns pricked Your feet on the path, which were
smeared with dust? Getting red with sunrays, You came to my hut. Today I am grossly
inclined towards the matter, becoming intoxicated and deaf. Bringing in hand the tray
offering of grace, moved towards me.