SHUKANO PÁTÁRÁ DRUME
JHARE JÁY
NAVA KISHALAYA HÁSI JHARÁY
SHUKANO PÁTÁRÁ DRUME
JHARE JÁY
ANÁHÚTA NÚTAN ESE DÁNŔÁY
PURONORÁ DÚRE HÁRÁY
NAVA KISHALAYA HÁSI JHARÁY
RÁUNGÁ KISHALAY HOYE SHYÁM VARŃA
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RÁUNGÁ KISHALAY HOYE SHYÁM VARŃA
SHYÁMAL SHAŚPA HOYE PIITA VARŃA
RAUNGER KHELÁ CALIÁCHE BHUVANE
KENDE ÁSE KŚAŃE HÁSE KOTHÁ BHESE JÁY
NAVA KISHALAYA HÁSI JHARÁY
KONO RAUNGII JÁY NÁKO RÁKHÁ DHARE
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KONO RAUNGII JÁY NÁKO RÁKHÁ DHARE
ARUŃA RAKTIMÁBHÁ JÁBEI SARE
SHUDHU TUMI CHILE ÁCHO THÁKIÁ JÁBE
SMARAŃA NILUM TÁI TAVA PÁY
NAVA KISHALAYA HÁSI JHARÁY
SHUKANO PÁTÁRÁ DRUME
JHARE JÁY
NAVA KISHALAYA HÁSI JHARÁY
Dry leaves fall from the trees
and new and tender leaves smile.
Without being called, new ones come and stand,
while old ones wither away.
New red and tender leaves become green.
Green young grass turns yellow.
The play of colours goes on in the world,
arriving with cries and smiling moments later.
Where do they drift away?
No colourful object can be held forever.
The crimson hue of dawn also moves away.
Only You existed,
only You are present,
and only You will stay.
Hence I take shelter at Your feet.