E PRABHÁT PRABHU TOMÁRI KRIPÁY
ARUŃ ÁLOTE JHALAKE
TAMASÁY ÁVARI JE VIBHÁVARII
REKHE CHILO SARE GELO PALAKE
ARUŃ ÁLOTE JHALAKE
AJÁNÁR SUDHÁSÁRE PRIITI NISYANDA
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AJÁNÁR SUDHÁSÁRE PRIITI NISYANDA
MALAY PAVANE BHÁSÁ MAKARANDA
SUSMITA CETANÁR CIDÁNANDA
ENKE DILE KAPÁLER TILAKE
ARUŃ ÁLOTE JHALAKE
DIN ÁSE CALE JÁY BALÁKÁ PÁKHÁY
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DIN ÁSE CALE JÁY BALÁKÁ PÁKHÁY
HÁRIE JÁVÁ SMRITI NÁŔÁ DIYE JÁY
PÁOÁ NÁ PÁOÁR KATHÁ KE TÁRE SHUDHÁY
SPANDITA JIIVANER JAMAKE
ARUŃ ÁLOTE JHALAKE
E PRABHÁT PRABHU TOMÁRI KRIPÁY
ARUŃ ÁLOTE JHALAKE
This morning,
O Lord,
by Your grace shines with crimson light.
The night that had been covered with darkness
was instantly removed.
The exudation of love of an unknown essence of nectar,
the fragrance floating in the sandal breeze,
the pleasing bliss of consciousness,
all have left a beauty mark on my forehead.
The day comes and goes, along the wings of the swan.
Memories of the past keep calling.
Who would explain
the reality of attainment and non-attainment,
the vibrating grandeur of life?