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MUKTA VIHAGA BHESE JÁY
JÁNE NÁ KOTHÁ HOTE ESECHE KON SHROTE
KOTHÁY BÁ SE JE DHÁY DHÁY DHÁY

MUKTA VIHAGA BHESE JÁY

NABHER KON KOŃE JÁTRÁ SHURU HOLO
KOTHÁY BÁ TÁR PÚRŃATÁ ELO
E SAB KE BÁ JÁNE KE BÁ BOJHE
KE BÁ TÁ JÁNITE CÁY CÁY CÁY

MUKTA VIHAGA BHESE JÁY

E VIHAGA ÁCHE SAKALERI MANE
JINÁNE VÁ AJINÁNE NIIRAVE GAHANE
EI VIHAG KE SE SADÁ BHÁLOBÁSE
E KE CHEŔE THÁKÁ DÁY DÁY DÁY

MUKTA VIHAGA BHESE JÁY

BALÁKÁ LOKÁTIITE JÁY JÁY JÁY
MUKTA VIHAGA BHESE JÁY

The free bird keeps on flying.

It does not know
where it came from,
what its origin is,
and where it is heading to.

It does not know
from which recess of the sky its journey started,
and where its fulfilling destination lies.

Who knows and understands all this?
Who cherishes to know it?

This bird exists in everyone's mind,
knowingly or unknowingly,
in deep silence.

It is to be loved always,
because it resides within.

The swan drifts on,
unto a sphere beyond this world.