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125 (18/11/1982) D


ÁJ, ÁKÁSHE TÁRÁR MELÁ
DHARAŃII ÁTMA HÁRÁ

ÁJ, PHULER SUVÁSE MADIR VÁTÁSE
SABÁI HÁSI KHUSHITE BHARÁ
DHARAŃII ÁTMA HÁRÁ, ÁJ
DHARAŃII ÁTMA HÁRÁ

ÁJ ÁLO DHÁRÁ BAHE JÁY
KHUSHITE PAPIHÁ GÁY
ÁJ MADHU NIKKANE RÁTUL CARAŃE
KE GO ELO PRÁŃ BHARÁ
DHARAŃII ÁTMAHÁRÁ
ÁJ, DHARAŃII ÁTMA HÁRÁ

ÁJ SUDHÁ DHÁRÁ BAHE JÁY
KHUSHITE TRILOK GÁY
ÁJ SAKAL ÁKUTI MADHU RASE MÁKHI
KE GO ELO MAN BHARÁ
DHARAŃII ÁTMA HÁRÁ
ÁJ, DHARAŃII ÁTMA HÁRÁ


Today, in the sky, is a festival of stars.
The whole world has lost itself in joy.
The air is intoxicated with the fragrance of flowers
and all beings are filled with mirth.
The world has lost itself in joy.

Today, the fountain of effulgence is flowing.
In joy, the papiya bird bursts into song.
Today, with sweet jingling rose feet,
filling my life, who has come?

Today, a flood of nectar flows along.
In joy and delight the three worlds sing.
Today, all desires are drenched in sweetness.
Filling my mind, who has come?
The world has lost itself in joy.








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