D́ÁK DIYE DIYE BOLE CHILE
JEGE OT́HO JE ÁCHO GHUMIYE
ÁKÁSHE VÁTÁSE MISHE GELO
SEI D́AK MARU TARU CHÁYE
JEGE OT́HO JE ÁCHO GHUMIYE
TAPTA MARUR UŚAR BÁLITE
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TAPTA MARUR UŚAR BÁLITE
SHYÁMAL SHAŚPE VANASTHALITE
MARMER MÁJHE KUSUMER SÁJE
KABARII BANDE DOLÁ DIYE
JEGE OT́HO JE ÁCHO GHUMIYE
D́ÁK BHESE GELO DIGVALAYE
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D́ÁK BHESE GELO DIGVALAYE
PÚRVÁCALE ARUŃ UDAYE
SANDHYÁ RAVIR RAKTIMÁBHÁR
PRIITI SARITÁY SUDHÁ NIYE
JEGE OT́HO JE ÁCHO GHUMIYE
D́ÁK DIYE DIYE BOLE CHILE
JEGE OT́HO JE ÁCHO GHUMIYE
With a clarion call,
You told:
“Wake up, arise!
All those who are sleeping!”
That call merged with the sky, air
and the tree shades in desert.
It shook the hot and dry sand on the riverbank,
the green young grass in the forestland
and the flower decoration in the core of the mind and chignon.
The call floated all over the horizon,
into the eastern sunrise
and into the red hue of the evening sun,
carrying with it the nectar of the stream of love.