GÁNER TARII MOR TOMÁKE SMARI
KON DÚR DIGANTE BHESE JÁY
THÁMITE NÁ CÁY SE JE THAMAKI NÁ CÁY
CALÁR ÁNANDE SAMMUKHE TÁKÁY
KON DÚR DIGANTE BHESE JÁY
TIIRTHA JANAPADA KATA NÁ NAGAR
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TIIRTHA JANAPADA KATA NÁ NAGAR
DUI PÁSHE PAŔE THÁKE CHÁYÁ GHERÁ GHAR
TÁRÁ STHÁŃU TÁRÁ STHIRA DHARÁY MÚL GABHIIR
CALE NÁ TARIIR SÁTHE BÁNDHÁ ÁCHE PÁY
KON DÚR DIGANTE BHESE JÁY
DÚR ALAKÁR PRABHU SABÁR DHYEYA
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DÚR ALAKÁR PRABHU SABÁR DHYEYA
MARMER MÁJHE ÁCHE PREYA O SHREYA
SABÁRE PRERAŃÁ DIYE PATHE PÁTHEYA YUGIYE
TAVA LIILÁ AVALIILÁ KRAME JHALAKÁY
KON DÚR DIGANTE BHESE JÁY
GÁNER TARII MOR TOMÁKE SMARI
KON DÚR DIGANTE BHESE JÁY
Remembering You,
the boat of my song floats on far and further
to some unknown destination.
It does not want to halt or pause.
With the joy of forward movement,
it looks ahead.
Places of pilgrimage,
towns and cities,
shady houses,
lie on either side.
They are stationary and immobile,
rooted deeply to the earth.
They do not move with the boat,
their feet being bound.
O Lord of the distant heaven,
object of everyone's meditation,
in the core of minds,
You are cherished and cared for.
Providing inspiration to all
and provisions for the journey,
Your divine play and ease shine.