BANDHU ÁMÁR, BANDHU ÁMÁR
BANDHU ÁMÁR
ÁDHEK JÁGÁ GHUME
BANDHU ÁMÁR
BHORER PÁKHI UT́HALO D́ÁKI
MANER KÁNAN BHUME
ÁDHEK JÁGÁ GHUME
SONÁR ÁLO LÁGALO PRÁŃE
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SONÁR ÁLO LÁGALO PRÁŃE
ARUŃODAYE PÚRVA GAGANE
TANDRÁ TYAJI PUŚPA VANE
KHUNJI MANER KUSUME
ÁDHEK JÁGÁ GHUME
RAUNGA BERAUNGER PHULER MÁJHE
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RAUNGA BERAUNGER PHULER MÁJHE
GHURE JANAM GELO MICHE
SE CINMAY PHUL HÁRIE GECHE
ASMITÁRI DRUME.
ÁDHEK JÁGÁ GHUME
BANDHU ÁMÁR, ÁDHEK JÁGÁ GHUME
O my Friend, stop sleeping and get up. The morning birds have started chirping, in the
mental garden. The golden light has touched the life, with sunlight in the eastern sky.
Leaving drowsiness, in the floral garden, I search the mental flower. Wandering amidst
many colourful flowers, the life is wasted. That flower of consciousness have whithered
away by the tree of ego.