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GÁNER MÁLIKÁ GENTHE JÁI
ÁR KICHU NÁI PRABHU
ÁR KICHU NÁI

SUKHE DUHKHE TOMÁKE SHOŃÁI
TÁTE TRIPTI JE PÁI
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NIŚPRÁŃA ASRIŚT́ITE TUMI JEGE CHILE
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NIŚPRÁŃA ASRIŚT́ITE TUMI JEGE CHILE
MANER MÁDHURII NAVA SRIŚT́ITE D́HELE CHILE
KICHU NÁ THÁKÁR MÁJHE SAB KICHU ENE DILE
TÁI TO TOMÁR GUŃA GÁI
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PATANE ABHYUDAYE TAVA PATHE CALIYÁCHI
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PATANE ABHYUDAYE TAVA PATHE CALIYÁCHI
KAKHANO PAŔE GECHI KABHU UT́HE DÁNŔIYECHI
TOMÁR RACITA CHANDE NÁCE MÁTIYECHI
TAVA BHÁVE ABHÁVE SABÁI
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GÁNER MÁLIKÁ GENTHE JÁI
ÁR KICHU NÁI PRABHU
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I simply keep threading my garland of songs,
O Lord,
nothing more.

Recounting pains and pleasures satisfies me.

In lifeless pre-creation, You were alert.
Into new creation, You poured out the sweetness of Your mind.
Amidst nothingness, You brought everything.

That is why I sing Your glory.

I move on Your path through rise and fall.
Sometimes I lie down and sometimes I rise and stand.
With Your rhythm and dance, I become intoxicated,

irrespective of all Your non-ideation or ideation.