ÁLOKER SROTE BHÁSIÁ CALECHO
ANÁDI HOITE AJÁNÁY
SRIŚT́IR DHÁRÁ NÁCIÁ CALECHE
TÁRI MÁJHE LIILÁRI DOLÁY
ANÁDI HOITE AJÁNÁY
E KII EŚAŃÁ E KI GO ICCHÁ
E KII EŚAŃÁ E KI GO ICCHÁ
E KII KÁLAGATA E KII YADRCCHÁ
E KII SVÁBHÁVIK E KII YATHECCHÁ
BUJHÁO AHAETUKI KARUŃÁY
ANÁDI HOITE AJÁNÁY
MÁS RTU JÁY PALE PRAHARETE
MÁS RTU JÁY PALE PRAHARETE
KEHO THEME NÁI EI VISHVETE
JE ÁSE SE JÁYE VIRÁT́ER SROTE
E VIDHI NIHITA VIDHÁTÁY.
ÁLOKER SROTE BHÁSIÁ CALECHO
ANÁDI HOITE AJÁNÁY
O Lord, in the stream of effulgence, You go on floating from beginninglessness to unknown.
The flow of creation goes on dancing, revolving, within that, swinging with Your liila’
the illusion. What a will, what a wish? Is it within limits of time, is it accidental
selfwill? Is it natural, is it as desired, explain to me by Your causeless mercy. The
month and seasons pass in moments and periods, none stops in this world. He who comes
goes, in the stream of the Great. In this style the Controller is located.