TOMÁRE ÁMI CEYECHI
LOKÁLAYE NAY MAN NILAYE
LOKÁLAYE NAY MAN NILAYE
LOKÁLAYE NAY MAN NILAYE
MÁNAS DEULE TÁI SÁJIYECHI
TOMÁRE ÁMI CEYECHI
HE MOR PRIYATAMA VASUDHÁR PATI
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HE MOR PRIYATAMA VASUDHÁR PATI
TOMÁRE JÁNÁI TÁI KOT́ISHAH NATI
SRIŚT́I STHITI TUMI PARMÁGATI
ASÁR SAḾSÁRE E SÁR JENECHI
TOMÁRE ÁMI CEYECHI
TUMII CHILE KICHU CHILO NÁ JABE
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TUMII CHILE KICHU CHILO NÁ JABE
TUMI THEKE JÁBE JABE KICHU NÁ RABE
SABE TAVA ÁSHRAYE BIIJE BÁNCIBE
ÁBRAHMASTAMBHA NUPURE NÁCI
TOMÁRE ÁMI CEYECHI
O Lord, I love You. Not in the worldly house but in the mental home. Thus I have decorated
my mental temple. O my Dearest, owner of the world. Thus I bow before You millions of
times. You are creation, sustenance and the ultimate desideratum, I know this essence in
the nonessence world. When there was nothing, You existed. You would remain when nothing
will exist. All would stay within Your shelter in seed form, from a blade of grass to the
cosmos dancing with ankle bell.