ÁLOKA ESE CHILO
PHÚL HESE CHILO
ARUŃERA PADA DHVANITE
PRÁŃA JEGE UT́HE CHILO
ÁLOKA ESE CHILO
PHÚL HESE CHILO
JE KALI ETA DIN LÁJE D́HÁKÁ CHILO
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JE KALI ETA DIN LÁJE D́HÁKÁ CHILO
ÁLOKERA ÁVOHE TÁ MADHU D́HELE DILO
ALAKÁR SAḾGIITA SURE SURE BHESE GELO
ÁNDHÁRE JÁ ÁVRITA CHILO
ÁLOKA ESE CHILO
PHÚL HESE CHILO
JE KATHÁ KONO DIN KEU NÁ KAYE CHILO
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JE KATHÁ KONO DIN KEU NÁ KAYE CHILO
JE VYATHÁ KÁRO MUKHE VYAKTA NÁ HOYE CHILO
JE ITIKATHÁ KABHU LEKHÁ NÁHI GIYE CHILO
PHALE PHULE RÚPA SE NILO
ÁLOKA ESE CHILO
PHÚL HESE CHILO
The light came, the flower smiled.
By Your morning footsteps, life awoke.
Due to the impact of that light,
honey was poured into the bud
that due to shyness
had remained covered for such a long time.
Your heavenly song resonated in each melody,
previously buried in darkness.
The fact that no one had spoken for such a long time,
the agony that had never been expressed through any mouth,
the history that had never been written down,
all these attained form,
(blooming) as do flowers and (ripening) as do fruits.