NÚTAN CHANDE TUMI METE CHILE
SRIŚT́I RACILE E KII LIILÁY
PHÚLER GANDHE ALAKÁNANDE
BHARIYÁ UT́HILE E KII MÁYÁY
SRIŚT́I RACILE E KII LIILÁY
OGO TÁO KI KAKHANO HOY
EKÁ ETO SAMBHAVA JE NAY
PHÚLER BÁGÁNE LATÁY PÁTÁY
PÁPAŔITE EKÁ KII KARE RAY
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EKÁ SE ANEK ANEKE SE EKÁ
TÁI TO SE ETA KARIYÁ JÁY
SRIŚT́I RACILE E KII LIILÁY
NÚTAN CHANDE TUMI METE CHILE
SRIŚT́I RACILE E KII LIILÁY
TOMÁRI CHANDE PALE ANUPALE
KÁLA PARIMÁŃ NÁCIÁ JE CALE
DESHA PÁTRER BHÁVA DHÁRÁ J
ATA SEI CHANDEI UTSÁRITA
SEI CHANDEI NÁCITE NÁCITE
ASIIMER PÁNE AMRITE DHÁY
MADHUMÁKHÁ AMEYA DYOTANÁY
SRIŚT́I RACILE E KII LIILÁY
NÚTAN CHANDE TUMI METE CHILE
SRIŚT́I RACILE E KII LIILÁY
Engrossed in new rhythm,
You created the universe!
What is this divine game of Yours?
With the fragrance of flowers,
You absorbed all in heavenly bliss.
O what type of illusion is this?
How did it happened?
Single handed, it is not possible.
Can creepers, leaves and petals
live alone in the flower garden?
From one to many and many to one,
that is how, He does so much.
By Your rhythm, at every moment,
the measure of time dances on.
All concepts of place and person
become discharged into that rhythm.
In a continuous dance,
it rushes on unto infinity
in search of nectar,
in search of that immeasurable
and sweetly anointed expression.