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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.