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GÁNER TARII BHESE JÁY,
BHESE JÁY, BHESE JÁY

KON SARITÁR TIIR HOTE ÁSE,
KON SÁGARER PÁNE DHÁY
BHESE JÁY, BHESE JÁY

SUDHÁR PASARÁ MARTYE ENECHE
ÁÁ
SUDHÁR PASARÁ MARTYE ENECHE
AMARÁR MADHU DHARÁY D́HELECHE
CHANDE O TÁLE BHUVAN BHARECHE,
NÁM NÁ JÁNÁ DYOTANÁY
BHESE JÁY, BHESE JÁY

KATA ATIITER KÁHINI KAYECHE,
ÁÁ
KATA ATIITER KÁHINI KAYECHE,
SURER RABHASE MÁTIYE DIYECHE
UPALÁGHÁTE VYATHITA CITTE
VIIŃÁ JHAUNKÁRE MURACHÁY,
BHESE JÁY, BHESE JÁY
GÁNER TARII BHESE JÁY,
BHESE JÁY, BHESE JÁY


The boat of song goes on sailing. From the bank of which stream has it come and towards
which ocean it rushes. On the mortal world, nectar is brought, and heavenly sweet flow is
pored on this earth. The world is filled with rhythm and beats, by some unknown gesture.
It says many stories of the past, and intoxicates with the upsurge of melodies. The mind
afflicted with injury from stonehit, gets engrossed in the tinkling of viin’a’.


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