PRABHÁT RÁGE SINÁN KARI
ELE TUMI ANUPAMA
DÁNŔÁO PRABHU PRAŃÁM KARI
NAMAH NAMAH NAMAH NAMAH
ELE TUMI ANUPAMA
PUŚPITA SAB VANA LATIKÁ
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PUŚPITA SAB VANA LATIKÁ
MANDRITA OI PIK KEKÁ
MANDA PAVAN SNIGDHA GAGAN
DIGVALAYE ÁJ MANORAMA
ELE TUMI ANUPAMA
D́ÁKE D́ÁHUK SHÁKHE KINSHUK
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D́ÁKE D́ÁHUK SHÁKHE KINSHUK
KRIŚÁŃU PRÁŃA KISE UNMUKHA
SMITA SHIMUL SMITA PÁRUL
MANO BHUME ÁJI MAMA
ELE TUMI ANUPAMA
PRABHÁT RÁGE SINÁN KARI
ELE TUMI ANUPAMA
O The Unique, You came bathing in the morning hue. O Lord, stand, I salute You. All the
shrubs and creepers of the garden are bloomed. The peacock and the cuckoos are resonant.
With gentle breeze and soft sky, the horizon is charming. The gallinule bird perching on
the kim’shuk branch, inclined upwards towards whom like the red glow of fire? In my
mental arena are smiling shimul and loving pa’rul flowers today.