ÁKÁSHE SÁGARE JETHÁY MISHECHE
DÚR DIGANTA PÁRE
HE PRABHU TOMÁR SÁKŚÁTKÁR
HOBE KI TÁRI DHÁRE
DÚR DIGANTA PÁRE
ÁKÁSHA NEVECHE JALADHI SPARSHE
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ÁKÁSHA NEVECHE JALADHI SPARSHE
RÚPE RÁGE RASERI RABHASE
ÁMIO CÁI TÁRI MÁJHE T́HÁIN
MANJULA TAVA PRIITI HÁRE
DÚR DIGANTA PÁRE
JÁNI E NAHE VRITHÁ KALPANÁ
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JÁNI E NAHE VRITHÁ KALPANÁ
PÚRŃA KARITE ÁMÁR EŚAŃÁ
CHANDA LIILÁYA NRITYA SHÁLÁYA
BHUVANE NÁCÁO NÚPURE
DÚR DIGANTA PÁRE
ÁKÁSHE SÁGARE JETHÁY MISHECHE
DÚR DIGANTA PÁRE
Beyond the horizon's extremity,
where the sky and the ocean meet,
in that vicinity,
do I long to meet You face to face.
In an upsurge of beauty, flow and colour
the sky descends and touches the ocean.
Within that, I long for shelter,
holding the beautiful garland of Your love.
I know it is not merely useless imagination.
I know You will fulfil my desire.
You make the world dance
with ankle bells,
with rhythmic illusion,
on the play's stage.