CIR NÚTANER ÁHVÁN
CIR NÚTANER ÁHVÁN
JE SHUNECHE GHARE
THÁKITE KI PÁRE
ARODHYA SEI T́ÁN
CIR NÚTANER ÁHVÁN
CIR NÚTANER ÁHVÁN
BÁNSHII BEJE JÁY MAN YAMUNÁY
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BÁNSHII BEJE JÁY MAN YAMUNÁY
KÁN PETE SAKALE SHUNITE PÁY
SHRUTITE PASHIYÁ MARME ÁSIYÁ
GÁY ALAKÁR GÁN
CIR NÚTANER ÁHVÁN
CIR NÚTANER ÁHVÁN
E PRIITIR GIITI ANÁDI KÁLER
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
E PRIITIR GIITI ANÁDI KÁLER
SPANDANE MANO VIIŃÁR TÁRE
ANANTA NIILE VISHVA NIKHILE
ÁNE AMRITER VÁN
CIR NÚTANER ÁHVÁN
CIR NÚTANER ÁHVÁN
That call of the Ever New,
that irresistible call,
can whoever hears it stay at home?
His flute keeps playing in my mental Yamuna river.
Everyone who tries to, will hear it.
Entering into one’s ears,
coming into one’s core,
that song of the heaven is sung.
That song of love has been going on since eternity,
vibrating the strings of the mental viina.
It brings a flood of nectar to the infinite blue sky,
and to the entire world.