EI, GHAN MEGH DALE ELE
BHUVAN BHARIYÁ
PUINJE PUINJE KÁLO ÁRO KÁLO
RAUNGE ÁKÁSHA D́HÁKIYÁ
BHUVAN BHARIYÁ
ALAKÁR UPAHÁR TUMI DHARÁTE
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ALAKÁR UPAHÁR TUMI DHARÁTE
SHYÁMALIMÁ D́HELE DÁO PRÁŃA DHÁRÁTE
NIDÁGHER NIŚT́HUR ULKÁGHÁTE
ELE KOMALATÁ MÁKHIYÁ
BHUVAN BHARIYÁ
MANER MAÚR NÁCE KALÁPETE
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MANER MAÚR NÁCE KALÁPETE
TOMÁKE DEKHIYÁ CHANDE SAḾGIITE
CÁY NÁ KONO KICHU CÁY JE DITE
SAB SAINCAY TAVA BHÁVE MÁTIYA
BHUVAN BHARIYÁ
EI, GHAN MEGH DALE ELE
BHUVAN BHARIYÁ
You came as clusters of dense clouds,
filling the whole world.
You covered the sky
with bunches and bunches of dark and still darker clouds.
You are the earth's heavenly gift.
You pour greenness into the flow of life.
You bestow softness
on injuries caused by hot and cruel meteors.
My mental peacock dances with its tail raised,
along to rhythmic melodies,
and looks at You.
It does not want to get anything.
It only wants to give,
all accumulations,
and remain intoxicated in Your thought.