883 (16/09/1983) D


TAVA ÁGAMANE UDDVELA PARAMÁŃU
ÁNANDE DHARÁ HOLO JE ÁTMA HÁRÁ
ÁNANDE DHARÁ HOLO JE ÁTMA HÁRÁ

ARÚŃERA ÁLO BOLE D́HÁLO D́HÁLO
ÁRO MADHU BHARÁ
ÁRO MADHU BHARÁ
ÁNANDE DHARÁ HOLO JE ÁTMA HÁRÁ
ÁJ VIJANE KÚJANE KE JENO KHUSHIITE GÁY
ALAKÁR SUDHÁ SHATA DHÁRE JHARE JÁY
BÁNDHA BHÁUNGÁ PRIITI CHAŔÁIYÁ DYUTI
CHÚT́ECHE ÁKUL KARÁ
CHÚT́ECHE ÁKUL KARÁ
ÁNANDE DHARÁ HOLO JE ÁTMA HÁRÁ

ÁJ SHARAT SAKÁLE AKÁLE KOKIL GÁY
VEŃUKÁ VRINTE VANA HARIŃIIRÁ CÁY
ÁJ AMARÁRA GIITI RUPE RÁGE MÁTI
ENECHE SUR PASARÁ
ENECHE SUR PASARÁ
ÁNANDE DHARÁ HOLO JE ÁTMA HÁRÁ







By Your arrival,
atoms became restless
and the earth
became engrossed in bliss.

The crimson light of dawn says:
"Pour more and more sweetness into flowers."

Today, in solitude
and amidst chirping,
who is that singing in joy?

Heavenly nectar flows on
in hundreds of ways.

Barrier breaking love
spreads out effulgence
and rushes on restlessly.

Today, on this winter morning,
the cuckoo sings a timeless song.
The forest deers
look at the bamboo stalks.

Today, the song of immortality,
intoxicated with beauty and love,
has brought about the dissemination of melody.