GÁNA BHESE JÁY SURER MÁYÁY
KON AJÁNÁY KE JÁNE
KE JÁNE BOLO KE JÁNE
NISHÁ SARE JÁY ÁLO JHALAKÁY
NOTUN UŚÁR ÁGAMANE
KE JÁNE BOLO KE JÁNE
ÁLOKE ÁNDHÁRE TUMI BHARE ÁCHO
TANDRÁR JAŔIMÁTE RAYE GECHO
VISTUŚKA PRÁŃE MARUR SHAYANE
MÁRAVII TRŚŃÁR AVASÁNE
KE JÁNE BOLO KE JÁNE
PÁOÁ NÁ PÁOÁR URDHVE RAYECHO
SAKAL CÁOÁR SHEŚA DEKHIYECHO
AYÁCITA DÁNE RÚPER VITÁNE
RÚPÁTIITA DHARÁ DILE DHYÁNE
KE JÁNE BOLO KE JÁNE
GÁNA BHESE JÁY SURER MÁYÁY
KON AJÁNÁY KE JÁNE
KE JÁNE BOLO KE JÁNE
The song keeps floating
in the play of melody
to some unknown place.
Who knows where?
Tell me, who knows?
Night recedes when light shines on the arrival of the new morning.
You are filled with light and darkness.
You are present in the inertia of drowsiness,
in dried up vigour, in sand-beds,
and at the end of the desert thirst.
You stay above achievement and non-achievement.
You witness the end of all desires,
You are the unsought gift and the canopy of forms.
The one beyond form came into fold in meditation.