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.