TUMI, KON SE RÁGE ANURÁGER
GÁN GEYECHO
KEU JÁNE NÁ
SARVA SATTÁY SPANDITA KA
RE DIYECHO
KE BOJHE NÁ
CHILO JÁHÁ ÁNDHAR D́HÁKÁ
HOLO SE ÁJ RAUNGE ÁNKÁ
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CHILO JÁHÁ ÁNDHAR D́HÁKÁ
HOLO SE ÁJ RAUNGE ÁNKÁ
RÁTER TAPASYÁTE LEKHÁ
PRATHAM ÚŚÁR VYAINJANÁ
GÁN GEYECHO
KEU JÁNE NÁ
SEI DHVANITE MAHÁKÁSHE
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SEI DHVANITE MAHÁKÁSHE
PRÁŃER DHÁRÁR CALALO BHESE
SUPTI SHEŚE TÁR ÁVESHE
ELO KÁLER KALPANÁ
GÁN GEYECHO
KEU JÁNE NÁ
TUMI, KON SE RÁGE ANURÁGER
GÁN GEYECHO
KEU JÁNE NÁ
Nobody knows in what tune of affection,
You sing Your songs.
You have vibrated the entirety of existence.
Yet no one understands it.
That which was covered with darkness,
became decorated with colours today.
What is written with the penance of the night,
characterises and indicates the advent of the first morning.
From the sound in the Cosmos
the flow of life started floating.
At the end of slumber,
with impulse,
the concept of time arose.