BHÁNU BHORE BOLE CHILO MORE
ÁNDHÁRER BHAYA KENO KARO
ARUŃÁLOKE RÁUNGÁBO TOMÁKE
GECHE VIBHÁVARII UT́HE PAŔO
ÁNDHÁRER BHAYA KENO KARO
KÁKALIITE METECHE VIHAGERÁ
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KÁKALIITE METECHE VIHAGERÁ
PHÚL HÁSE NIYE MADHUR PASARÁ
MADHUPERÁ NECE CHUT́E JÁY TVARÁ
PÁPAŔIRA REŃU JHARO JHARO
ÁNDHÁRER BHAYA KENO KARO
ATIITERA GLÁNI PÁSHARIYÁ JÁO
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ATIITERA GLÁNI PÁSHARIYÁ JÁO
NOTUN PRABHÁTE NAVA BHÁVE CÁO
CIR NOTUNER GÁN ÁJI GÁO
NAVA RÚPE DHARÁRE GAŔO
ÁNDHÁRER BHAYA KENO KARO
BHÁNU BHORE BOLE CHILO MORE
ÁNDHÁRER BHAYA KENO KARO
The morning sun told me:
“Why do you fear darkness?
With crimson light shall I colour you.
The night has gone.
Now get up.”
The birds are chirping in frenzy.
The flowers smile, loaded with sweet heaps of articles.
The bees rush forth,
dancing fast as the pollen of petals scatter.
Forget the agony of the past.
Contemplate the new morning in new way.
Sing the song of the Ever-new today.
Create the world in a new way.