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AJÁNÁ PATHIK ESECHE ÁLO JVELECHE
KUT́IIRE ÁMÁR

HÁSITE MUKTÁ JHARE
JÁ KICHU KARE BHÁLO JE TÁHÁR
KUT́IIRE ÁMÁR

TANDRÁ BHÁUNGÁ MADHUR TÁNE
CANDRÁLOKE RÁḾGÁY PRÁŃE
VARŚÁ NÁMÁY PRIITIR T́ÁNE
SE GÁNE HIYÁ BHÁSÁY SABÁR
KUT́IIRE ÁMÁR

JÁNE SE BÁSITE BHÁLO
DEKHE NÁ SÁDÁ KI KÁLO
BHARE DÁO MAMATÁ APÁR
KUT́IIRE ÁMÁR







The unknown traveller has come
and has ignited the light in my hut.

With a smiles that sheds pearls,
whatever He does is done with benevolence.

Removing drowsiness with sweet melodies,
colouring life with the moonlight,
bringing down rain with a pull of love,
He floats in everyone's heart.

He knows how to love all without inhibition.
He does not discriminate between black and white.
He fills all with unbound affection.

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The unknown traveller has come
and lit the light in my hut.
He pours pearls from His smile
and whatever He does is good.

By the sweet tunes and colours of His heart,
and the light of the moon,
He awakens one from drowsiness.

From His love
rainfalls are shed,
and, with that water,
everyone's heart floods adrift.

He knows how to love and makes no distinctions.
He does not care whether one is black or white.
He fills everyone with the endless love
that ever emanates from Him.