SHEFÁLII SNIGDHA SHARATE
TUMI ÁSIÁCHILE EI PATHE
SUSMITA SHASHII ADHARER HÁSI
VEŃUKÁR BÁNSHII NIYE SÁTHE
TUMI ÁSIÁCHILE EI PATHE
CÁHIÁCHILÁM ÁLOKE ÁNDHÁRE
CÁHIÁCHILÁM ÁLOKE ÁNDHÁRE
CÁHIÁCHILÁM ÁLOKE ÁNDHÁRE
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CÁHIÁCHILÁM ÁLOKE ÁNDHÁRE
EI PATHERI LIKHAREKHÁ DHARE
D́ÁKITE CHILÁM ÁNKHI NIIR JHARE
ESO PRABHU MESHO OTAHPROTE
TUMI ÁSIÁCHILE EI PATHE
VARAŚÁ GELO SHARAT JE ELO
VARAŚÁ GELO SHARAT JE ELO
VARAŚÁ GELO SHARAT JE ELO
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VARAŚÁ GELO SHARAT JE ELO
PLÁVANER DHÁRÁ SHISHIRE HÁRÁLO
KUSHE KÁSHE SÁDÁ MEGHE BOLE GELO
SE PRIYA BHÁSICHE CÁRI BHITE
TUMI ÁSIÁCHILE EI PATHE
SHEFÁLII SNIGDHA SHARATE
TUMI ÁSIÁCHILE EI PATHE
O Lord, on the autumn morning with soft shefa’lii You had come on this path. With
smiling moon and smile on the lips, carrying bamboo flute. Day and night, I have been
looking along that marking on the path, and calling with tearful eyes,” come o Lord, and
mix individually and collectively”. The rains have gone, autumn came, the flow of flood
got lost in dews. The white clouds with tall grasses, went telling, that the Dear appears
on all the sides.