GÁNER TARII BHÁSIE DILUM
ANEK BHEVE BHÁT́IR T́ÁNE
TUMI KE ELE MOR SURER SÁTHII
BÁILE TARII UJÁN PÁNE
ANEK BHEVE BHÁT́IR T́ÁNE
KON ALAKÁY NIVÁS TOMÁR
BHAVÁRŃAVE KARO PÁRÁPÁR
TUMI, PÁR KARE DÁO SINDHU APÁR
TANMÁTRER AMOGHA VIDHÁNE
ANEK BHEVE BHÁT́IR T́ÁNE
KŚUDRA JIIVAN KŚUDRA TARII
SAḾSKÁRE KARECHI BHÁRII
ÁMI TÁI TO BOJHÁ TÁNATE
NÁRI BUJHEI CALÁLE UJÁNE
ANEK BHEVE BHÁT́IR T́ÁNE
GÁNER TARII BHÁSIE DILUM
ANEK BHEVE BHÁT́IR T́ÁNE
After thinking quite a lot, I have floated away the boat of song along the pull of tide. O
the Companion of my melody, Who is that You, who came and steered the boat towards the
tide? In which heaven do You dwell, conducting the ocean of world? You make me cross the
unlimited ocean through the unfailing laws of inferences. My life is short, the boat is
small that I have made heavy with sam’ka’ras, the reactive momenta. That is why I am
unable to pull the load, while rowing along the tides.