4650 (27/05/1989) (Shiva)


ÁJ GÁNER SURE DHARÁKE BÁNDHO
HIINATÁR HOK CIRÁVASÁN

ÁJ, RÁGE RUPE GANDHA NIIPE
IISHÁN ÁSUN BÁJIE VIŚÁNŃA
HIINATÁ HOKO CIRÁVASÁN

KAMPRAVÁTE KÁNPUK ÁKÁSHA
MANTRERI ÁGHATE CIDÁKÁSHA
MEGHE MÁKHÁ OI MAHÁKASHA
KALÁPE DIK PRÁŃER PRAMÁŃ
HIINATÁ HOKO CIRÁVASÁN

ÁJ, JÁSANE TORÁ BÁHIRE GHARE
BHULE JÁ BHEDA ÁTMA PARER
MUKTÁ JAT́Á GAUNGÁDHARER
TÁND́AVA ÁNE RUDRÁBHIYÁN
HIINATÁ HOKO CIRÁVASÁN

ÁJ GÁNER SURE DHARÁKE BÁNDHO
HIINATÁ HOKO CIRÁVASÁN







Today with the songs and melodies, You charm the world so that shortage ends permanently.
Today, with beauty, colour and fragrance, The Shiva is coming blowing the long horn. With
violent wind, the sky is shaking, and the firmament of the mind is vibrating with the
knock of mantra. That sky is enveloped with clouds, and the evidence of life is shown by
the peacock’s raised tail. Today along with that, you forget the distinction of own and
alien, inside and outside. With flowing lock of hairs of the Ganga’dhar, Shiva, His
Ta’nd’ava dance your expedition starts.