2684 (16/05/1985) K


GÁNE BHARÁ EI VASUDHÁY
KON AJÁNÁY MAN BHESE JÁY

BÁDHÁR PRÁCIIR MÁNITE CÁY NÁ
MÁNE NÁ KONO BHÁVA JAD́ATÁY
KON AJÁNÁY MAN BHESE JÁY

DUNDUBHI BEJE CALE DÚR ALAKÁR
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DUNDUBHI BEJE CALE DÚR ALAKÁR
MANDRITA SUŚAMÁY SAB EKÁKÁR
SABÁRE SAUNGE NIYE SABÁR DIKE TÁKIYE
SABÁR BHÁŚÁ BHÁŚE BHÁVANÁY
KON AJÁNÁY MAN BHESE JÁY

KII JE CHILO ÁR KI JE GELO
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KII JE CHILO ÁR KI JE GELO
SE SAB KATHÁ BHÚLE JÁO JÁI BHÁLO
KII JE KARIBO ÁJ KII JE BHÁVIBO
GÁNER VARAŃE SEI VÁRTÁ SHONÁY
KON AJÁNÁY MAN BHESE JÁY

GÁNE BHARÁ EI VASUDHÁY
KON AJÁNÁY MAN BHESE JÁY







On this earth full of songs,
to which unknown destination does my mind float?

It does not heed to any wall of obstacle or dogma.
The trumpet of the distant sky keeps sounding.
In resonant beauty all are unified.

Taking all along,
looking at all sides,
the language of all floats in feelings.

That which has existed
and that which has passed,
is being forgotten and this is good.

What should I do today,
and what should I think,
amidst the colour of songs that are announced?