ÁKÁSH SHONÁY GÁN CHANDE SURE
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SUVÁS BHARIÁ DEY PHÚL NIKARE
NATA MADHU BHÁRE
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AMARÁR PARIVESHA TUMI ENECHO
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AMARÁR PARIVESHA TUMI ENECHO
DHARÁR DHÚLIR PARE PRIITI D́HELECHO
MÚK MUKHE SUMADHUR BHÁŚÁ DIYECHO
JHANKÁRITA SMITA OŚT́ÁDHARE
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SUNDARTÁR PRATIBHU TUMI PRABHU
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SUNDARTÁR PRATIBHU TUMI PRABHU
JE RATNADIIP JVÁLAO NEVE NÁ KABHU
ABODHA AJINA MORÁ KÁNDIYE TABU
NAYANE BASAN BENDHE BADDHA GHARE
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ÁKÁSH SHONÁY GÁN CHANDE SURE
VÁTÁSE MAHIMÁ TAVA SADÁ JHARE
The sky sings a song with melody.
In the air, Your glory ever blows.
The collection of flowers is filled with fragrance
and bows down due to the heavy load of honey.
You brought about this immortal environment.
You poured love on the dust of earth.
You provided sweet language to the dumb.
You are the embodiment of beauty,
O Lord.
The gem studded lamp that You kindled,
will never be extinguished.
Yet, an ignorant and simpleton,
I continue crying,
tying my eyes with a cloth,
and locked up inside my room.