ÁMÁR GÁNER CHANDA ÁJI
SUDURE HÁRIYE GECHE
MAN MAYURE BOJHE NÁKO
CÁNDA MEGHER ÁŔÁLE ÁCHE
SUDURE HÁRIYE GECHE
HÁRIYECHI JÁHÁI BHÁVI
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HÁRIYECHI JÁHÁI BHÁVI
HÁRÁYENI TÁ ÁCHE SABAI
ASTÁCALE GELEO RAVI
DIGANTERA OPÁRE RÁJE
SUDURE HÁRIYE GECHE
HÁRÁY NÁKO KICHU KABHU
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HÁRÁY NÁKO KICHU KABHU
AJINÁNATÁY KÁNDI PRABHU
BOJHÁLEO BUJHINÁ TABU
BHÁVI STOKA VÁKYA SHONÁCCHE
SUDURE HÁRIYE GECHE
ÁMÁR GÁNER CHANDA ÁJI
SUDURE HÁRIYE GECHE
Today, the rhythm of my song vanishes in the far distance.
My mental peacock does not understand.
The moon hides behind the clouds.
Whatever I imagine, disappears.
Yet it is not totally consumed.
It remains.
The sun sets.
Yet it stays on the other side of the horizon.
Nothing is lost forever.
I cry due to ignorance,
O Lord.
Even after being taught,
I do not understand.
I am only told insincere, consoling words.