PRATHAMA JIIVANER HÁRÁNO SURERA
GÁN GULI ÁJO RAYECHE HIYÁY
RAUNGE RÚPE BHARÁ LÁJ SHARAME GHERÁ
KEMANE E GÁN GÁIBO SABHÁY
GÁN GULI ÁJO RAYECHE HIYÁY
PRATHAM JIIVANER HÁRÁNO SURER
GÁN GULI ÁJO RAYECHE HIYÁY
DARADI BADHU OGO
DARADI BADHU OGO LÁJ SARÁYE NÁO
MANER KUSUMERE ÁJ PHUT́ITE DÁO
TOMÁRI LIILÁY TOMÁRI MÁYÁY
SABÁI PHUT́ECHE GO MADHUR SHOBHÁY
GÁN GULI ÁJO RAYECHE HIYÁY
PRATHAM JIIVANER HÁRÁNO SURER
GÁN GULI ÁJO RAYECHE HIYÁY
MANER KUNŔIGULI PÁTÁY D́HÁKÁ CHILO
PÁTÁRA PHÁNKE PHÁNKE UNKI JE DITE CHILO
ÁJ, LÁJ O BHAYA BHÚLE EGIYE JÁI CALE
RUPER DHARÁ THEKE ARÚP SÁDHANÁY
GÁN GULI ÁJO RAYECHE HIYÁY
PRATHAM JIIVANER HÁRÁNO SURER
GÁN GULI ÁJO RAYECHE HIYÁY
The lost melody of the beginning of my life
still sing its song in my heart.
It is full of colours and forms,
yet, due to shyness,
I do not sing it publicly.
O Brother, remove this shyness,
allow the bud of my mind to bloom.
By Your divine sport and illusory action,
make it bloom charmingly and beautifully.
The bud of my mind is covered with leaves.
It tries to peep out through the gaps between these leaves.
Today, forgetting all shyness and fears, I move forward!
I move ahead,
from the colourful earth,
towards the realm of formlessness.