BHUVAN BHARIÁ KE GO ELE
ELE EI SHÁRAD PRÁTE
SHUBHRA JYOTSNÁLOKE MAN MÁTÁLE
MÁTÁLE SHEFÁLI GANDHE
ELE EI SHÁRAD PRÁTE
DHARAŃI D́HÁKIYÁ DILE KUSHE KÁSHE
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DHARAŃI D́HÁKIYÁ DILE KUSHE KÁSHE
SHYÁMAL DHÁNER KŚETE SHIIŚE SHIIŚE
CETANÁ JÁGÁLE SAMVITE ÁSHIŚE
ÁNITE SONÁLII PRABHÁTE
ELE EI SHÁRAD PRÁTE
NEI KONO T́ÁNÁ T́ÁNI HÁNÁ HÁNI
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NEI KONO T́ÁNÁ T́ÁNI HÁNÁ HÁNI
SÁDÁ MEGH DEY ÁŔÁLE HÁTACHÁNI
KE PAR KE ÁPANÁR NÁHI MÁNI
BHESE JÁY ASHEŚA SHROTE
ELE EI SHÁRAD PRÁTE
BHUVAN BHARIÁ KE GO ELE
ELE EI SHÁRAD PRÁTE
Who has come satiating the world on this winter morning, intoxicating the mind, with
bright moonlight and fragrance of shefa’lii flower. He has covered the earth with tall
flowering grass and with corns of rice in green paddy fields. He awakened awareness with
consciousness and blessings and brought golden morning. There is struggle or killing, the
white clouds call with gesture from behind. Who is own and who are others, without that
consideration, I go on floating into the infinite stream.