BHESE JÁY BHESE JÁY
BALÁKÁ BHESE JÁY
KON AJÁNÁR GÁNE CALE ANANTA PÁNE
SURE SURE SHUDHU GÁY
BALÁKÁ BHESE JÁY
NEI PECHANER T́ÁN, RAYECHE PATHER GÁN
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NEI PECHANER T́ÁN, RAYECHE PATHER GÁN
SUMUKHER PÁNE CEYE BHÁVE TÁRE KE MAHÁN
JHAINJHÁ VÁRTYÁ KEHO ULKÁ AVAROHA
RODHITE TÁHÁRE NÁHI PÁY
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VAJRA ASHANI ÁR UTTUNGA PAHÁŔ
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VAJRA ASHANI ÁR UTTUNGA PAHÁŔ
RODHE NÁ TÁHÁR GATI ITIR SAMÁHÁR
UCCHVÁSE DHÁVAMÁN ULLÁSE PRIYAMÁN
SHONÁLII VARTAMÁN EKE MURCHÁY
BALÁKÁ BHESE JÁY
BHESE JÁY BHESE JÁY
BALÁKÁ BHESE JÁY
The swan goes on gliding, goes on gliding. With what unknown melody, it goes towards
infinite, only singing with tunes after tunes. There is no backward pull, only song of the
path remains, it just wants to move forward You the Great. The cyclone, storm or the fall
of meteors, none can stop that. The lightning, the thunder, and very high mountain, none
can stop its movement towards the culminating point of all. Rushing through exhalations
attracted with joy, the golden present, all get stupefied into One.