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ÁLOR SARITÁ BEYE
MANDÁNILE DHEYE
HE KON PATHIK TUMI
CALECHO GÁN GEYE

KONO BÁDHÁ KABHU MÁNO NÁ
KONO KICHUTEI THÁMO NÁ
PRIITI CHÁŔÁ KICHU JÁNO NÁ
CALO KÁR PÁNE CEYE
CALECHO GÁN GEYE

TOMÁR PATHER SHEŚA NÁI
KONO GHRIŃÁ BHAYA LÁJ NÁI
SABÁKÁR PUROBHÁGE TÁI
RAYECHO BHUVAN CHEYE
CALECHO GÁN GEYE

ÁDI ANTA MADHYA NÁI
STUTI BHÁŚÁYA DHARITE NÁ PÁI
HATA VÁK SHUDHU BHEVE JÁI
TOMÁRE TUŚOBO KII DIYE
CALECHO GÁN GEYE

ÁLOR SARITÁ BEYE
MANDÁNILE DHEYE
HE KON PATHIK TUMI
CALECHO GÁN GEYE







Flowing in the stream of light,
rushing in the soft breeze,
O who is that traveler,
that keeps on singing songs?

You never heed any obstruction,
You are never stopped by anything.
You do not know anything other than love.
Towards what are You moving?

There is no fear, hatred and shyness in You.
Hence You are foremost,
encompassing the whole world.
There is no beginning, middle or end of Yours.

We cannot hold You by praise and language.
Speechlessly, I thus wonder
what (on earth) I should offer that would satisfy You.