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OI NIILIMÁR SAUNGE KII TÁR
BHÁVA HOYE JÁY AVASHEŚE
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NIILÁKÁSHE BALÁKÁ BHÁSE JÁY
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TÁRÁRÁ SAB AVÁK HOYE
TÁRI PÁNE THÁKE CEYE
JYOTSNÁ RÁSHI SHÚNYE
BEYE UTSÁHA DEY HESE HESE
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NIILÁKÁSHE BALÁKÁ BHÁSE JÁY
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DHARÁR MÁNIŚA URDHVA
PÁNE VIDÁY JÁNÁY GÁNE GÁNE
UDAY GIRIR RÁGERA T́ÁNE
SEO JETE CÁY NABHE MISHE
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Tell me,
to which destination,
does the swan glide in the blue sky?
What is the ending feeling
left in that blueness?
All the stars look on in astonishment.
Abundant amounts of moonlight,
seemingly flowing into a vacuum,
smile and encourage.
The human beings of the earth
look upwards,
offering their farewell
with song after song.
The eastern hill,
with the pull of crimson colour,
longs to merge with the sky.