TOMÁRI ÁSHÁY PAL GUNE HÁY
DIN ÁSE ÁR CALE JÁY
DUHKHER VEDANÁ SUKHER CETANÁ
KICHUI BOJHO NÁ MAN KII CÁY
DIN ÁSE ÁR CALE JÁY
CÁNDER HÁSITE JE ÁLO JHALAKÁY
VYATHITA HRDAYE JÁHÁ BOLITE CÁY
GIITIR DYUTITE JE PRIITI VARAŚÁY
VINDU SINDHUTE UPACÁY
DIN ÁSE ÁR CALE JÁY
TUMI ÁCHO ÁR ÁCHE E JAGAT
RAYECHE KŚUDRA RAYECHE MAHAT
UPALE GHIRIÁ RAYECHE BRIHAT
AŃUTE TRYASREŃU MURCHÁY
DIN ÁSE ÁR CALE JÁY
TOMÁRI ÁSHÁY PAL GUNE HÁY
DIN ÁSE ÁR CALE JÁY
Alas, counting time in Your hope, the days come and go away, O Lord. The pangs of pain and
awareness of joy, You do not understand at all what the mind wants. The light scattered by
the smile of the moon, the words that the afflicted heart wants to speak, the shower of
love that by the glow of songs, the drop is created in the ocean. You are there and this
world is there, small and great both remain. The Great is surrounded by the stone, and the
atoms dissolve in the particles.