PST 0544 - E kii tomari liila tomari khela

E kii tomári liilá tomári khelá
Virát́ hayeo ańumájhe tháko
Rúpátiita rúpe bhásáo bhela

Manera gahane snigdha vátáse
Phulera reńute suniila ákáshe
Kotháy tumi nái bheve ná dishá pái
Je bháve táre karo utalá

Bhálabásár náhi siimá-parisiimá
Kśudra-brhate dáo go mahimá
Náo kole tuli bhedábheda bhuli
Tava komala karakamal krpá d́hálá

Oh what is this, Your divine sport, Your game!
Despite Your being great, inside each atom You reside;
Even as a raft of form You sail, formless You remain.

In refreshing winds or in the depths of mind,
In flower pollen or in deep-blue sky...
On reflection, I find nowhere that You're absent;
You confound anyone engaging in such speculation.

Your love is limitless and perpetual;
Both big and small You exalt.
So don't discriminate; onto Your lap please take,
Your gentle lotus-hand dispensing grace.