VEŃUKÁY, KE SE BÁJIE CALECHE, BOLO
KE SE BÁJIE CALECHE BOLO
DISHÁ ÁLOKITA HOLO MAYUR NECE UT́HILO
YAMUNÁR JAL CHAL CHALO
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KE SE BÁJIE CALECHE BOLO
KE SE AJÁNÁ PATHIK NIIP TARU TALE ELO
OŚT́HÁDHARE HÁSI BHUVAN BHARIÁ DILO
KÁLA BODHA? BHULÁILO GUŃÁGUŃA SARÁILO
ÁNANDE SABE UCCHALO
KE SE BÁJIE CALECHE BOLO
BOLE KEU PAR NÁI SABÁRE BÁNSHII SHUNÁI
RÁGE RÁUNGÁ MOR HÁSI BOLE SABE BHÁLOBÁSI
SABE ESO MOR KÁCHE
PHELE SAB KICHU PICHU
SABÁRE T́ÁNI JE PRATI PALO
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KE SE BÁJIE CALECHE BOLO
VEŃUKÁY, KE SE BÁJIE CALECHE, BOLO
KE SE BÁJIE CALECHE BOLO
Who continues to play the flute, tell me. The directions are illuminated, the peacock
started dancing, the water in the river Yamuna’ is overflown. Who is that unknown
Traveler, who has come under the niip tree? With smile on lips, He has filled the world.
He made forget the awareness of time, and removed the consideration of qualities, all are
overwhelmed with joy. He told no one is alien, and He would play the flute for all.
Coloring my smile, He told that He loved all. All come close to me, leaving everything
behind, as He pulled all each moment.