KON SE AJÁNÁ PATHIK ELO
SABÁRE ÁPAN KARE NILO
KONO KATHÁ KÁRO SÁTHE NÁHI KAHILO
VÁŃII HÁRÁ MUKHE HÁSILO
SABÁRE ÁPAN KARE NILO
ÁNKHITE CHILO TÁR PRIITI AINJAN
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ÁNKHITE CHILO TÁR PRIITI AINJAN
KANT́HE BHARÁ CHILO GIITI VIMOHANA
KAR KAMALE VARŃA SUSHOBHAN
DHARÁTE AMRTA D́HELE CHILO
SABÁRE ÁPAN KARE NILO
JE DYUTI CHAŔÁLO SE E PRITHIVITE
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JE DYUTI CHAŔÁLO SE E PRITHIVITE
ÁJO TÁ BAHE JÁY ANANTA SHROTE
ÁNDHÁRE ÁLOTE AMÁ JYOTSNÁ RÁTE
NIJERE VILÁYE CALE GELO
SABÁRE ÁPAN KARE NILO
KON SE AJÁNÁ PATHIK ELO
SABÁRE ÁPAN KARE NILO
Which unknown traveler came
and made everyone His own?
He did not talk to anyone.
He just smiled silently.
There was a decorative mark of love in His eyes
and His throat was full of enchanting songs.
With lotus palms full of colours,
He poured nectar onto the earth.
The effulgence He scattered throughout this earth,
flows on even today in an infinite stream.
All darkness and illumination,
dark and moonlit nights,
He dissolved into Himself and then went away.