D́ÁHUK D́ÁKICHE ÁJ
SHRÁVAŃER RÁTRI
EKELÁ CALE EK AJÁNÁ YÁTRII
PATH CALÁ SHUDHU KÁJ NÁHI BHAYA NÁHI LÁJA
NÁHI KONO DIINATÁ NÁHI SAHA YÁTRII
EKELÁ CALE EK AJÁNÁ YÁTRII
VASUDHÁR BANDHAN PHELE REKHE PICHONE
EGIE SE CALE JÁY ANANTA JIIVANE
D́ÁKE SHATA KANT́HA
MOHER ÁHVÁNE
SE DEY NÁ KONO SÁŔÁ
SHONO NÁ KONO ÁKUTI
EKELÁ CALE EK AJÁNÁ YÁTRII
CALÁR PATHE TÁR SHEŚA NÁI SHEŚA NÁI
PALA YOJANE PARIMÁPE TÁRE NÁHI PÁI
CALÁR JE PARÁGATI
TÁ TÁRE D́EKE JÁY
NIIHÁRIKÁ TÁRAKÁ NABHAH KARE TÁR ÁRATI
EKELÁ CALE EK AJÁNÁ YÁTRII
D́ÁHUK D́ÁKICHE ÁJ
SHRÁVAŃER RÁTRI
EKELÁ CALE EK AJÁNÁ YÁTRII
Today the gallinule calls on this rainy night. A traveler goes all alone. His only job is
to move on the path. He has no fear, no shyness, no companion, no poverty. Keeping all the
worldly bondages of the world behind, He moves forward into the infinite life. The
infatuations call him with hundreds voices, yet he does not respond, does not listen to
any earnestness. There is no end, no end to his movement path. The measurement of time and
distance, cannot find him. The ultimate desideratum of his movement, goes on calling him.
The nebula and stars of the sky greet him with gesture of glow.