BOLE CHILE MORE GÁN SHONÁBE
SHONÁBE MANER JATA KATHÁ
SHÁRAD NISHIITHE VASANTA PRÁTE
PHULE PHALE KATA MADHURATÁ
SHONÁBE MANER JATA KATHÁ
TOMÁR GÁNETE PURÁTANA NÁI
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TOMÁR GÁNETE PURÁTANA NÁI
NAVA RÚPE SHUDHU NÚTANERE PÁI
CHANDEO SURE BAHICHE SADÁI
CIRA NÚTANERI VÁRTÁ
SHONÁBE MANER JATA KATHÁ
HE TIIRTHA PATI JAGATERA PRÁŃA
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HE TIIRTHA PATI JAGATERA PRÁŃA
MAHAN HOITE TUMI SUMAHÁN
AŃUREO KARE DÁO GARIIYÁN
D́HELE HRDAYERA UDARATÁ
SHONÁBE MANER JATA KATHÁ
BOLE CHILE MORE GÁN SHONÁBE
SHONÁBE MANER JATA KATHÁ
You promised that You would sing songs for me,
mentioning all my mental agonies,
mentioning all the winter nights,
all the spring mornings
and all the sweetness of fruits and flowers.
There is nothing old in Your songs,
in them I find only what is new in newer forms.
In rhythms and melodies,
new facts about ever new events
constantly flow about.
O Lord of all pilgrimage,
life of the world,
amongst the great,
You are the greatest.
You glorify particles,
by pouring into them the generosity of Your heart.