BHALOBÁSÁ TAVA CHAŔYE DIYECHO
ÁKÁSHE VÁTÁSE PHULE PHALE
ADRI SHIKHARE HIMA SAMBHÁRE
ALI GUNJARE PARIMALE
ÁKÁSHE VÁTÁSE PHULE PHALE
KEHO VÁDA NÁI KEHO NÁHI BÁKI
PRIITIR PARÁGE SABE RÁKHO D́HÁKI
KOKILA KEKÁ KAHIÁ JÁY D́ÁKI
SE PRIYA HÁSICHE LIILÁ CHALE
ÁKÁSHE VÁTÁSE PHULE PHALE
ASHANE VASANE JAŔE O CETANE
PRATYAGÁTMÁ TUMI TRIBHUVANE
KÁJ KARE JÁO GOPANE GAHANE
CALÁCALE CETANÁR MÚLE
ÁKÁSHE VÁTÁSE PHULE PHALE
BHALOBÁSÁ TAVA CHAŔYE DIYECHO
ÁKÁSHE VÁTÁSE PHULE PHALE
O Lord, You have scattered Your love into sky, air, flowers and fruits. Over the mountain
peaks loaded with snow, the bees buzz with nectar of flowers. There is no exception, none
is left, with the pollen of love, You keep all covered. The cuckoo and peacock go on
calling, that the Dear smiles with delusion of liila’, the game. In the food, clothes
living and nonliving, You are the Omni telepathic Entity in the three worlds. You go on
functioning hidden secretly in the moving and nonmoving as the base of consciousness.