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ÁMI, DÚR NIILIMÁR BALÁKÁ
SUDÚRER VÁŃII JATA MOR MÁJHE
OTAH PROTA PÁTÁY PÁTÁY LEKHÁ
ÁMI, DÚR NIILIMÁR BALÁKÁ

SVAPNIL NIISHITHE CÁNDERA ÁLOR SÁTHE
NIILÁKÁSHE UŔIYÁ BEŔÁI
MANDRIL? VÁTÁSE PHÚLERÁ JAKHAN HÁSE
SE HÁSITE YOGA DITE JÁI
ÁMI, SE HÁSITE YOGA DITE JÁI
HÁRÁI NÁ PATH KABHU SÁTHE THÁKE MOR PRABHU
ÁNDHI TÚFÁNERI SAKHÁ

ÁMI, DÚR NIILIMÁR BALÁKÁ

MANJUL MAHÁKÁSHE ÁLOR LÁVAŃII BHÁSE
TÁRI SHROTE ÁMI BHESE JÁI
ANJUL? ÁNKHI PÁTE NINDA NÁHI NABHO PATHE
NIIŔ PÁNE SATATA TÁKÁI
JÁKE NIYE MÁTÁ MÁTI SE JE SADÁ MOR SÁTHI
KAKHANO THÁKI NÁ EKÁ

ÁMI, DÚR NIILIMÁR BALÁKÁ







I am a wild goose,
flying through the vast blue sky,
my feathers inscribed with memories
of countless remote landscapes

On dreamy moonlit nights,
I fly into the dark blue of the sky.
In the undulating breeze,
flowers smile,
as I fill them with joy.

I never lose my path.
My Lord is ever
my companion, through storms and typhoons.

The magnificent arc of the sky
is graced with a flow of effulgent beauty -
in that stream I keep gliding onwards.

For my eyes, touched with this resplendence,
there is no sleep.
I keep heading towards my destination,
soaring through the sky.

The one in whose love I am ever-intoxicated,
accompanies me always.
I am never alone.