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GÁNER JHARAŃÁ BAHE JÁY
BELÁ ABELÁ NÁHI MÁNE

UPALE UCHALI NECE DHÁY
SURER SARITÁ DHARE SÁGAR PÁNE
BELÁ ABELÁ NÁHI MÁNE

HISÁB RÁKHE NÁ KÁLA TITHI VARAŚE
ABHÁVA BOJHE NÁ NISHÁ DIVASE
SPHURTI ÁCHE, ÁCHE DIIPTI PRÁŃE
TUŚÁR GALI YE NAVA CHANDA ÁNE
BELÁ ABELÁ NÁHI MÁNE

JHARAŃÁ JHARAŃÁ SUNDARII JHARAŃÁ
AMAR GIITITE TUMI PARIPÚRŃÁ
CANDANE CANDRIKÁ MADHUPARŃÁ
TOMÁKE BHÁLOBÁSE VISHVA JANE
BELÁ ABELÁ NÁHI JÁNE







O Lord, the fountain of songs goes on flowing unrestrained by time factor. Jumping over
the stones, it rushes dancing overwhelmingly, holding on to the stream of melody, towards
the ocean. It does not keep any account of time, date or years. Does not care for the
presence of day or night. There is enthusiasm and glow in life, the melting snow brings
new rhythm. O the beautiful fountain, fall, You are completely filled with immortal song.
You are sweet leaf illuminated with moonlight and sandal scent, all the people of the
world love You.