PST 0583 - Maner majhare base gopan katha shono

Maner májháre base gopan kathá shońo
Kichui lukono jáy ná
Nijere chaŕaye tumi diyecho anante
Jár báire kichui hay ná

Chot́a chot́a bhávaná chot́a chot́a bálukańá
Káukeo bhule tháko ná

Dúre bhásá niiháriká sudúrer táraká
Káukei dúre rákho ná

Háráno vasante tájá phot́á phuladale
Háráno digante udvela hillole
Kotháy tumi nái bháviyá náhi pái
Tumi cháŕá kichu tháke ná

Seated inside mind You hear secrets;
Not a single thing stays hidden.
You've spread Yourself out endlessly;
Nothing's beyond Your periphery.

A tiny grain of sand, a very petty thought—
Even of them You aren't oblivious.

Far-flung galaxies and the outmost stars—
Even from them You do not keep apart.

With a flower petal newly blown on a Spring forgotten,
With an ocean wave lapping upon some long-ago horizon—
I am failing to conceive where You don't exist;
Away from You, nothing can persist.