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ÁMI JHARŃA DHÁRAY NÁCI GO
ÁMI KIMSHUKE BHESE JÁI
ÁMI PUSPA KORAKE MADHU GO
ÁMI ÁVESHE DHARÁ MÁ’TÁ’I
MOR TULANÁ NÁI
MOR TULANÁ NÁI

JÁRÁ ESECHILO ATIITE
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
JÁRÁ ESECHILO ATIITE
JÁRÁ ÁCHE ÁJO DHARÁTE
ÁSBE JÁRÁ BHAVIŚYATE
TÁDER MÁDHURII GÁI
MOR TULANÁ NÁI
MOR TULANÁ NÁI

ÁMI RAKTIM RÁ’GE NAVÁRUŃ
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
ÁMI RAKTIM RÁGE NAVÁRUŃ
ÁMI KHARA VAESHÁKHERI ÁGUN
ÁMI KISHALAYE BHARÁ PHÁGUN
DIIPAKE PRÁŃA JÁGÁI
MOR TULANÁ NÁI
MOR TULANÁ NÁI

I dance in the fountains.
I drift along
filled with the beauty of the kimshuk flower.
I am the nectar in the buds of flowers.
I make the world mad with impulse.
I have no comparison.

I sing the glories of those who came in the past
of those who still exist today
and of those who will come in future.

I am the new sun with crimson rays.
I am also the scorching heat of summer.
I am the spring season full of new leaves.
I awaken life with my own effulgence.