KÁLA NIDRÁY JE GHUMÁYE ÁCHE
GHUMÁTE DIO NÁ
TÁRE GHUMÁTE DIO NÁ
NÁ, NÁ, NÁ
KATA KII JE ÁSE KATA KII JE JÁY
SE JÁNITE PÁRE NÁ
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SHUKTITE ÁCHE MUKTÁR JALA
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SHUKTITE ÁCHE MUKTÁR JALA
BHAKTITE NÁCE MUKTIR PHAL
SHAKTIR MÁJHE PRÁŃA UCCHAL
SE BUJHITE PÁRE NÁ
TÁR ASTITTVA BRHATER TARE
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TÁR ASTITTVA BRHATER TARE
TÁHÁR SATTÁ MAHATTVERE SMARE
TÁR MÁDHURYE PRATI PALE KŚARE
DYULOKER DYOTANÁ
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KALA NIDRÁY JE GHUMÁYE ÁCHE
GHUMÁTE DIO NÁ
TÁRE GHUMÁTE DIO NÁ
NÁ, NÁ, NÁ
O Lord, those who are sleeping in annihilating slumber, do not let them continue to sleep.
He is unable to know how many are coming and how many are going. Within the shell the
water drop for the pearl is present, within devotion dances the fruit of liberation.
Within energy is vibrant life, all that he does not understand. His existence is for the
Great, his presence is for remembering the Great. His sweetness goes on oozing out each
moment, with the gesture of heavenly arena.