EK, ÁLO ÁNDHÁRER KHELÁ
HE PRABHU TOMÁR E SRIŚT́ITE
HE PRABHU TOMÁR E SRIŚT́ITE
ÁLO DEKHE SARE JÁY CHÚT́E
KUÁSHÁ ÁSE TÁRE D́HÁKITE
HE PRABHU TOMÁR E SRIŚT́ITE
HE PRABHU TOMÁR E SRIŚT́ITE
CÁNDER HÁSI PARE ÁNDHÁR RÁTI
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CÁNDER HÁSI PARE ÁNDHÁR RÁTI
CÁNDER HÁSI PARE ÁNDHÁR RÁTI
CÁNDER HÁSI PARE ÁNDHÁR RÁTI
SHUKLA NISHÁR PARE KRIŚŃÁ TITHI
SÁJÁNO PRADIIP SAM TÁRÁR BHÁTI
D́HELE DILE JALA RODE ÁSE CAKITE
HE PRABHU TOMÁR E SRIŚT́ITE
HE PRABHU TOMÁR E SRIŚT́ITE
PHULA KUSUM SAMA SHISHUR HÁSI
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PHULA KUSUM SAMA SHISHUR HÁSI
ATULYA RÁM DHANU SHÁRAD SHASHI
THÁKE NÁ BESI KŚAŃ JÁY JE BHÁSI
KÁLER GAHVARE HÁRIE JETE
TÁI, TOMÁR SHARAŃ CÁI SUKHE DUHKHETE
HE PRABHU TOMÁR E SRIŚT́ITE
HE PRABHU TOMÁR E SRIŚT́ITE
A game of light and darkness goes on,
O Lord,
in this creation of Yours.
Though light is rushing all around
fog approaches to cover it.
After a moon's smile, a dark night comes.
After enlightened nights, dark times come.
The stars, decorated like lamps in the sky,
suddenly vanish in rain and sunlight.
A baby's smile resembles a blooming flower.
The incomparably beautiful rainbow and the autumn moon
do not remain for a long time.
They lose themselves in the depth of time.
I therefore long for Your shelter, during both pain and pleasure.