GÁNER TARII BHESE JÁY
BHESE JÁY, BHESE JÁY
KON SARITÁR TIIR HOTE ÁSE
KON SÁGARER PÁNE DHÁY
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SUDHÁR PASARÁ MARTYE ENECHE
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SUDHÁR PASARÁ MARTYE ENECHE
AMARÁR MADHU DHARÁY D́HELECHE
CHANDE O TÁLE BHUVAN BHARECHE
NÁM NÁ JÁNÁ DYOTANÁY
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KATA ATIITER KÁHINI KAYECHE
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KATA ATIITER KÁHINI KAYECHE
SURER RABHASE MÁTIYE DIYECHE
UPALÁGHÁTE VYATHITA CITTE
VIIŃÁ JHAUNKÁRE MURACHÁY
BHESE JÁY, BHESE JÁY
GÁNER TARII BHESE JÁY
BHESE JÁY, BHESE JÁY
The boat of songs sails on and on and on.
From the bank of which stream has it come?
And towards which ocean does it rush?
To the mortal realm, nectar is brought.
And a heavenly sweet flow is poured on this earth.
By an unknown gesture, the world is filled with rhythm and beats.
It narrates stories of the past,
and intoxicates with the upsurge of melodies.
The injury afflicted and stone stricken mind
becomes engrossed in the sound of a tinkling vina.