TRIŃA GÁLICÁY DRÁKŚÁ CHÁYÁY
GHUM BHÁUNGÁLO ÁJIKE EK BULBUL
GUL BÁGICÁY TÁRAI ÁSHÁY VYATHÁ SARILO
KHÁMOSHII ELO BILKUL
ÁJIKE EK BULBUL
BÁRE BÁRE ESO BULBUL
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BÁRE BÁRE ESO BULBUL
ÁMÁR KÁCHE TUMI JE ATUL
JÁHÁNE JATA PHÚT́ECHE GUL
TOMÁR MANE NÁCE JE DODUL DUL
ÁJIKE EK BULBUL
AŃUR SÁJE TUMI JE BRHAT
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AŃUR SÁJE TUMI JE BRHAT
MANER MÁJHE TUMI JE MAHAT
TOMÁRE GHIRE NÁCE JE JAGAT
NAOROJ BHULE SÁLE TÁMÁMIR BHÚL
ÁJIKE EK BULBUL
TRIŃA GÁLICÁY DRÁKŚÁ CHÁYÁY
GHUM BHÁUNGÁLO ÁJIKE EK BULBUL
Over the grass carpet, under the shade of vine, today one nightingale has broken the
sleep. In the floral garden, with His hope, total silence came. O nightingale, come close
to me again and again, as You are incomparible. All the flowers blooming in the world they
dance and swing within Your mind. With microcosmic adornment, You are great, within the
mind, You are Great. Surrounding You the world revolves, forgetting the new year and
ignoring the year end.