Drashta tahare bali Prati phule phale Sarba jibete Je kare atma darashan Chinta jahar niyatar karichhe Bidhatar smriti tarpan Srabane parashe pratiti karme Dibya sushama lavanya Phutiyachhe aj taito hayechhi Atma drashta barenya
Him I call a seer Who sees his own self-form In every flower, in every fruit And in every human being; And whose every thought Is an adoration-offering To the Lord Supreme. In my sweet dream And each little action of mine Your divine lustre blossoms; Therefore, in me the seer-vision Of world-admiration has found its illumination.