JIIVAN T́Á NAHI THEME THÁKÁ BHÁI
ARÚPER PÁNE NECE CALI
KÁNDIBÁR TARE ÁSINI ÁMRÁ
CHANDE O GÁNE KATHÁ BOLI
ARÚPER PÁNE NECE CALI
DÚR NIIHÁRIKÁ MAHÁKÁSHE CALE
MANER MAŃIKÁ BHÁVE LAYE DOLE
DHULIKAŃÁ SE O CALE PALE PALE
TRIŃER BUKE O PHUT́E KALI
ARÚPER PÁNE NECE CALI
PRÁŃER ÁKUTI CETANÁR DYUTI
SAB NIRÁSHÁ KE CALE DALI
ARÚPER PÁNE NECE CALI
JIIVANT́Á NAHI THEME JÁOÁ BHÁI
JIIVAN T́Á NAHI THEME THÁKÁ BHÁI
ARÚPER PÁNE NECE CALI
Life ceaselessly moves on.
We continuously dance towards that formless self.
We did not come here to weep.
We came for rhythm and song.
The remote nebulae move through emptiness,
and the mind swings like a pendant.
Even dust motes move at split second intervals,
and from dying grasses new shoots emerge.
By my urge to live and the radiance of my spirit,
I move on,
trampling underfoot all pessimism.