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TOMÁY GHIRE CHANDE SURE
JAGAT NÁCE SPANDANE
PRÁŃER SUDHÁ SMITA VASUDHÁ
DICCHE D́HELE SVANANE
JAGAT NÁCE SPANDANE

NADIIR NIIRE UPACE PAŔE
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
NADIIR NIIRE UPACE PAŔE
TOMÁR PARASH PÁOÁR TARE
TAVA GÁNE SÁGAR PÁNE
DHÁY JE TOMÁRI DHYÁNE
JAGAT NÁCE SPANDANE

VIHAGIRÁ DHARECHE TÁN
VIJANE KÚJANE TAVA GÁN
VIBHOR KEKÁ NAY KO EKÁ
NÁCE TAVA NANDANE
JAGAT NÁCE SPANDANE

PÁRIJÁTER PARÁGETE
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
PÁRIJÁTER PARÁGETE
BHRINGA MÁTE MAN MADHUTE
GUNGUNIYE JÁY SHUNIYE
TAVA KARUŃÁ VARŚAŃE
JAGAT NÁCE SPANDANE

TOMÁY GHIRE CHANDE SURE
JAGAT NÁCE SPANDANE
PRÁŃER SUDHÁ SMITA VASUDHÁ
DICCHE D́HELE SVANANE
JAGAT NÁCE SPANDANE


The whole universe dances around You,
oscillating in Your rhythm and melody.

You have poured life's nectar
into the smilingly resonating earth.

The water in the river overflows
to attain You.

With Your song,
it rushes on towards the ocean
ideating on You only.

The birds have attuned themselves to Your melody.
Your song resonates in both isolation and uproar.

And the peacock also does not remain alone.
It dances with joy, absorbed in You.

Due to the fragrance of pollen of the parijat flower,
the honeybee has become intoxicated with mental honey.
It goes on humming,

listening to the rain of Your mercy.








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