Tomáy kii náme d́ákibo go
Kii bá habe tava arcaná
Kon prayojan kusuma candan
Sabi jabe tava kalpaná
Lokátiita tumi sabára upare
Sakala sattá tomári bhitare
Kon upacáre pújiba tomáre
Kon mandire karibo sthápaná
Ácho carácare anale anile
Ákáshe pátále dúr nabhoniile
Náhi áváhan náhi visarjan
Mantra tomáy báṋdhite páre ná
Lord, by what name should I call Thee,
And what would Your worship be?
Of what use are flowers and sandalwood,
When everything happens by Your will?
Transcendental, You are above all;
All that exists is within Thee.
With what apparatus could I pay You homage;
In what temple would I install it?
You are in everything— in fire and wind,
In heaven and in hell, and in the far azure.
There is no invoking, no relinquishing;
Incantation cannot restrict Thee.
