ÁKÁSHER NIILE
ÁKÁSHER NIILE MALAYÁNILE
KII SAḾGIIT BHESE ÁSE
SATATA SE DHÁY
SATATA SE DHÁY TABU NÁ PHURÁY
PLÁVAN ÁNIYÁ DESHE DESHE
KII SAḾGIIT BHESE ÁSE
AŃU MÁNASE DOLÁ DIYE JÁY
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AŃU MÁNASE DOLÁ DIYE JÁY
BRIHATER SPANDANE NÁŔÁ DEYA
KŚUDRA MANER SIIMÁNÁ HÁRÁY
KÁR ÁGAMANER ULLÁSE
KII SAḾGIIT BHESE ÁSE
SALÁJ KALIRÁ ÁVESHE TÁKÁY
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SALÁJ KALIRÁ ÁVESHE TÁKÁY
GHOMT́Á SARIYE MADHU D́HELE DEY
CIRA TARE TÁRÁ MISHE JETE CÁY
SE CIT CORER ABHILÁŚE
KII SAḾGIIT BHESE ÁSE
ÁKÁSHER NIILE
ÁKÁSHER NIILE MALAYÁNILE
KII SAḾGIIT BHESE ÁSE
In the blue sky,
through the sandal breeze,
what music comes floating?
It rushes constantly and never terminates.
It brings floods to places after places.
It gives swing to the unit mind,
and provides a jerk to the cosmic oscillation of the Great.
By its joyful arrival the meagre unit mind loses all limitations.
The shy buds look up with impulse,
and removing their veils,
pour out honey.
For a long time they have been eager to merge
with that stealer of mind.