TUMI, GÁN GEYE GEYE ESE CHILE
MÁNONI PATHER KONO BÁDHÁ
ACALE BHEUNGECHO UCALE CAŔECHO
THÁME NIKO GÁN SURE SÁDHÁ
MÁNONI PATHER KONO BÁDHÁ
SE SUR CHAŔÁYE DIYECHO BHUVANE
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SE SUR CHAŔÁYE DIYECHO BHUVANE
KANT́HER BHÁŚÁ DILE JANE JANE
BHOLÁILE BHEDA PARE O ÁPANE
VILÁLE MÁLIKÁ PRIITI GÁNTHÁ
MÁNONI PATHER KONO BÁDHÁ
LOKE BOLE TUMI ÁSO JÁO PRABHU
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LOKE BOLE TUMI ÁSO JÁO PRABHU
GAMANÁGAMAN NÁHI THÁME KABHU
EI ELE ÁR EI CALE GELE
TÁI KÁNDÁ ÁR SUKHE MÁTÁ
MÁNONI PATHER KONO BÁDHÁ
TUMI, GÁN GEYE GEYE ESE CHILE
MÁNONI PATHER KONO BÁDHÁ
You came singing songs.
You did not heed to any obstacle on the path.
You climbed and surmounted hills,
and never stopped that perfectly melodious song.
You spread its melody into the world
and provided language to all voices.
You made everyone forget the difference between own and alien
and distributed freely that garland threaded with love.
People say that You come and go,
O Lord,
and that there is no pause in this coming and going.
It happens suddenly and momentarily.
And that is why we remain engrossed in pain and pleasure.