CÁNDA BOLE CHILO CÁNDA BOLE CHILO
CÁNDA BOLE CHILO ÁMI BHÁLOBÁSI
DHARÁR DHULÁY DHUSARITA HOTE
MEGH BOLE CHILO JÁI ÁR ÁSI
BÁRE BÁRE SÁGARE MISHE JETE
DHARÁR DHULÁY DHUSARITA HOTE
SABE E DHARÁY ÁSE ÁR JÁY
PRIITI PASARÁY PRÁŃA PETE CÁY
ANEKER ÁSHÁ ANEKER BHÁŚÁ
EKAI DHRUVA LOKE CALE NIBHRITE
DHARÁR DHULÁY DHUSARITA HOTE
ATIITER SABE EKE STHITA CHILO
EKAI HOTE UDBHÚTA HOYE CHILO
EKER PREŚAŃÁ EKER EŚAŃÁY
EK HOBE OTAH PROTE
DHARÁR DHULÁY DHUSARITA HOTE
CÁNDA BOLECHILO ÁMI BHÁLOBÁSI
DHARÁR DHULÁY DHUSARITA HOTE
The moon had told, “I love the muddy earth though its dust”. The cloud told, “I come
and go again and again, to merge into the ocean. All come and go on this earth, and want
to get the article of love in the life. The hopes of many and the languages of many, move
lonely to the single fixed arena. In the past all were stationed in One, from single
source all originated. By will of the One and directed by the One, all will become One
individually and collectively.