PRABHÁT ESECHE ÁJI NÚTAN RÚPE
NÚTANER VÁŃII NIYE PÚRVÁCALE
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BHÁVA JAD́ATÁR GLÁNI PRIITI KAKUBHE
SARIYE BHARIYE DITE SMITA KAMALE
NÚTANER VÁŃII NIYE PÚRVÁCALE
SAKALEI CEYE CHILO SÁRÁ RÁTI
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SAKALEI CEYE CHILO SÁRÁ RÁTI
TAMASÁR AVASÁNE SONÁLII DYUTI
NAY KONO CAPALATÁ MÁTÁ MÁTI
NIIRAVA RABHASE PETE RÁUNGÁ KISHALE
NÚTANER VÁŃII NIYE PÚRVÁCALE
ÁHAVE METECHE ÁNDHÁRER JIIVERÁ
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ÁHAVE METECHE ÁNDHÁRER JIIVERÁ
CÁYNIKO TÁRÁ HOK MADHUR DHARÁ
E BHRÁNTI EK DIN BHULIBE TÁRÁ
PRABHÁTER PRATIBHÁTE NAVA NIKHILE
KŚUDRA E PRABHÁTE CITI MUKULE
NÚTANER VÁŃII NIYE PÚRVÁCALE
PRABHÁT ESECHE ÁJI NÚTAN RÚPE
NÚTANER VÁŃII NIYE PÚRVÁCALE
Today, morning has broken in a new form,
carrying the message of the new in the eastern horizon.
With the love of the eastern light
the smiling lotus was filled
and the agony of dogma was removed.
All wanted the night to be over,
the end of darkness and golden illumination.
There is no restless frenzy,
amidst the silent upsurge of emotions
in coloured and tender leaves.
Living beings are obsessed
with fights in darkness.
They do not want that the world should be sweet.
They shall forget this delusion one day,
amidst the morning radiance in the new world
when the small morning shall blossom in their mind.