112 (15/11/1982) D


IISHÁN KOŃETE MEGH JAMIÁCHE
KHARTARA VÁYU BAHITE CHE
KÁL VAESHÁKHI ÁSIÁCHE
KÁL VAESHÁKHI ÁSIÁCHE
ÁJI KÁL VAESHÁKHI ÁSIÁCHE
KHARTARA VÁYU BAHITE CHE

GAVÁKŚA DVÁR BANDHA KARIYÁ
ASHANI DHVANITE TRASTA HOIÁ
GRIHA KOŃE BASE SAKALE EKHAN
NIIR NARTAN SUNITECHE
KÁL VAESHÁKHI ÁSIÁCHE
KÁL VAESHÁKHI ÁSIÁCHE
ÁJI KÁL VAESHÁKHI ÁSIÁCHE
KHARTARA VÁYU BAHITE CHE

KATA PRIYA TARU UPAŔIÁ JÁY
ÁHAT PHALERÁ JHARE PAŔE JÁY
JHAINJHÁ GATITE SHILÁ VRIŚT́ITE
NIIŔ HÁRÁ PÁKHI KÁNDITECHE
KÁL VAESHÁKHI ÁSIÁCHE
KÁL VAESHÁKHI ÁSIÁCHE
ÁJI KÁL VAESHÁKHI ÁSIÁCHE,
KHARTARA VÁYU BAHITE CHE

NIDÁGHER MÁJHE VAJRA RÚPETE
RUDRA DEVATÁ E KII NÁCE MÁTE
JALE THÁKÁ TARI MAHÁ ÁTANKE
D́HEUER DOLÁY DULITECHE
KÁL VAESHÁKHI ÁSIÁCHE
KÁL VAESHÁKHI ÁSIÁCHE
ÁJI KÁL VAESHÁKHI ÁSIÁCHE
KHARTARA VÁYU BAHITE CHE







In the northeast the clouds have gathered
and a strong breeze is blowing
today violent storms have come.
Closing their window in fear of the thunder,
all are sitting indoors,
listening to the dance of the rain.

So many precious trees have been uprooted
and windswept fruits have fallen.
Loosing their nests in tempests and hailstorms,
the birds are weeping.

Just at midday, in the form of thunder,
the awesome Lord dances His wild dances
and ships at sea, in fear and dread,
toss and roll on the crests of waves.