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SHRÁVAŃER DHÁRÁ BAHE JÁY,
BAHE JÁY, BAHE JÁY,

JÁRÁ ÁSE TÁRÁ KEU THÁME NÁKO,
YATHÁVIDHI PATHE SABE DHÁY
BAHE JÁY, BAHE JÁY,

JE PUŚPA CHILO PATRE
SUPTA SEO HOYE JÁY KORAKA MUKTA
MADHU MÁDHURITE HOYE NIŚIKTA,
PÁPAŔITE JHARE AJÁNÁY
BAHE JÁY, BAHE JÁY,

KE GO ELE PRABHU KARUŃÁ DIIPTA,
TIMIR JIIVANE KARE PRADIIPTA
GHÚMANTA PRÁŃE BHARIYE DRPTA,
T́ÁNO SMITA CITA VASUDHÁY
BAHE JÁY, BAHE JÁY,

SHRÁVAŃER DHÁRÁ BAHE JÁY,
BAHE JÁY, BAHE JÁY,


The current of rainwater goes on flowing, goes on flowing. Those who come, no one stops,
and as per order all rush on the path. Those flowers that were sleeping within the leaves,
they become open with pollen. Getting moist with sweetness of honey, the petals whither
away into unknown. Who is that Lord, effulgent with mercy, illuminating the dark life?
Filling the wandering vigor with spirit, pull the smiling hearted world.


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