NABHO NIILIMÁY SUR BHESE JÁY
CHANDE TÁLE DÚR AJÁNÁY
SHEŚA NÁHI HOY KONO SAMAY
KONO BÁDHÁTEI THÁMÁNO NÁHI JÁY
CHANDE TÁLE DÚR AJÁNÁY
JE SUR JEGE CHILO AŃUR BÚKE
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JE SUR JEGE CHILO AŃUR BÚKE
JE DHVANI UTSÁRITA VISHVA MUKHE
SE DHVANI EGIYE CALE MAHÁ SUKHE
MAHÁKÁSHE NIRDVIDHÁY
CHANDE TÁLE DÚR AJÁNÁY
JE GIITI JEGE CHILO DÚR ATIITE
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JE GIITI JEGE CHILO DÚR ATIITE
SE AMAR GIITI NÁCE KÁLER SROTE
ÁJO SE RAYECHE RÁG RÁGINIITE
ASIIMERA AMRITA DHÁRÁY
CHANDE TÁLE DÚR AJÁNÁY
NABHO NIILIMÁY SUR BHESE JÁY
CHANDE TÁLE DÚR AJÁNÁY
In the blue sky melodies keep floating
with rhythm and beats,
unto a far and unknown place.
There is no end to it, ever.
Neither is there obstructing pause.
The melody that arose within the unit mind,
the sound that found expression in the voice of the world,
smoothly move into the great sky without dilemma whatsoever.
That song of mine that arose in the distant past,
that immortal song,
dances on in the stream of time.
It is present even today with its tunes and meters,
in the nectarial flow of the infinite.