ÁJI PRABHÁTE CHANDE GIITE
RÚPER SHROTE PELUM TOMÁY
ÁJI PRABHÁTE CHANDE GIITE
PÚRVÁCALE MANTRA BALE
ÁLOR DHÁRÁ ÁNALE DHARÁY
RÚPER SHROTE PELUM TOMÁY
ÁJI PRABHÁTE CHANDE GIITE
ÁNDHÁRER BHRIKUT́I GECHE
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ÁNDHÁRER BHRIKUT́I GECHE
AŃUR BÚKE PRÁŃA JEGECHE
ÁTMA HÁRÁ CHANDE BHARÁ
MANER MAYÚR NECE CHÚT́E JÁY
RÚPER SHROTE PELUM TOMÁY
ÁJI PRABHÁTE CHANDE GIITE
VIBHIIŚIKÁ SARE GELO
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VIBHIIŚIKÁ SARE GELO
ABHIŚEKER LAGNA ELO
RAKTIMÁBHÁY PUŚPA SHOBHÁY
D́HELE DILE PRÁŃA CETANÁY
RÚPER SHROTE PELUM TOMÁY
ÁJI PRABHÁTE CHANDE GIITE
With rhythm and song,
I attained You this morning by the stream of beauty.
With the power of mantra,
You brought onto this earth the stream of effulgence.
The raised eyebrow of darkness has disappeared,
and in molecules life has arisen.
Losing itself, full of rhythm,
the mental peacock rushes about and dances.
The threat is no longer.
The auspicious time of crowning has come.
Amidst the crimson glow and the decoration of flowers
You gave life and consciousness.