LYRIC
Liila racanáy Tumi advitiiya;
Alakśyacárii cittavihárii
Sarvaduhkhahárii he param priya.
Tomáte ámáte mil anek Prabhu,
Jadio ámi anu Tumi je Vibhu;
Tomári spandane nandan candane
Nece’ othe mor anu-paramánuo.
Tomár sáthe mor vibhed kona nái,
Tumi cho ámi vence’áchi tái;
Tumi ná thákile amio akúle
Bhese’ jetum kon shunye ameya.
In crafting divine plays, You are matchless.
An unseen traveller, frolicking in our minds,
The remover of sorrows, O dearest.
You and I are alike in many ways,
Though I am a particle and You the God;
Through Your vibrations and heavenly-perfumed sandal
Even my atoms and molecules are stirred into dance.
There’s no difference between You and me You exist,
so I exist; If You didn’t exist,
I would have drifted on a shoreless sea
Away to some immeasurable nothingness.
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