SE JE, ACENÁ AJÁNÁ RAYE GECHE
TÁR, MANDA MADIR MALAY SAMIIR
MAHÁKÁSHE BHESE ÁCHE
ACENÁ AJÁNÁ RAYE GECHE
SE JE ÁCHE MISHE ARUŃA PRAKÁSHE
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SE JE ÁCHE MISHE ARUŃA PRAKÁSHE
PÚRVÁKÁSHE TAMASÁ SHEŚE
ATANDRA NISHÁ HRIT ÁSHÁ BHÁŚÁ
TÁRAI BHAROSÁR PARE NÁCE
ACENÁ AJÁNÁ RAYE GECHE
TÁR GÁN GÁI TÁRI KATHÁ BHÁVI
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TÁR GÁN GÁI TÁRI KATHÁ BHÁVI
TÁRI TARAUNGE UT́HI ÁR NÁVI
TÁRI PRIITI RASE MADHUR ÁBHÁSE
VIIŃÁ JHAUNKÁRE GIITI BÁJE
ACENÁ AJÁNÁ RAYE GECHE
SE JE, ACENÁ AJÁNÁ RAYE GECHE
He remained unknown and unrecognised.
His gentle and maddening sandal breeze,
floats in the great space.
He remains merged in the crimson light of the dawn.
He is present at the end of the night in the eastern sky.
The night, that had been bereft of hope and language,
actively dances due to His assurance.
Under His waves,
I rise and drop.
In the flow of His love,
with sweet appearance,
on the tinkling viina,
a melody plays.