GÁNE GÁNE BHARIYE DILE
GÁNE GÁNE BHARIYE DILE
HE PRABHÚ TOMÁR E JAGAT
NÁCE AŃU PARAMÁŃU
GÁNER TÁLE TUCCHA BRHAT
HE PRABHÚ TOMÁR E JAGAT
NECE CALE NIIHÁRIKÁ
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NECE CALE NIIHÁRIKÁ
NÁCE ULKÁ TÁRAKÁ
NÁCE GRAHA UPAGRAHA
NECE THÁKE KŚUDRA MAHAT
HE PRABHÚ TOMÁR E JAGAT
KALÁPE SHIKHI NÁCE
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KALÁPE SHIKHI NÁCE
SHARAT SHEFÁLI KUSH KÁSHE
MADHUL MUKUL KISHAL DUKUL
NÁCÁY VASANTE YUGAPAT
HE PRABHÚ TOMÁR E JAGAT
GÁNE GÁNE BHARIYE DILE
HE PRABHÚ TOMÁR E JAGAT
With song after song,
O Lord,
You filled Your universe.
To the rhythm of Your song,
all small and big entities,
all atoms and molecules,
dance.
Nebulae go on dancing.
Stars and meteorites dance.
All meagre and great entities dance.
With its tail raised,
the peacock dances in the shefali grove
and in the tall grass of winter.
The mahul buds and the tender leaves
are jointly dancing, overwhelmed by spring.