TUMI ANÁTHER HARI TOMÁREI SMARI SUKHE DUHKHE ÁLOKE ÁNDHÁRE

Translation

O Hari, You are Lord of the destitute, I remember You, in pain and pleasure, light and darkness. O Allknowing, established in intuition, beyond the bondages of obstructions You are awaken since first morning, since the penance continued from the night. After that, You remained associated individually and collectively with all entities of the world. I love You wholeheartedly, searching all the time through action and meditation. I want to make You seated in the mental arbor, in the nest constructed with extreme devotion.