PRÁŃER SHROTE BHÁSIYE CHILUM
GÁNER TARII KHÁNI ÁMÁR
KÚLER BÁNDHAN RAILO NÁ ÁR
DULCHE DODUL CHANDE APÁR
GÁNER TARII KHÁNI ÁMÁR
PICHO T́ÁNE NEI KONO ÁJI
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PICHO T́ÁNE NEI KONO ÁJI
JAY DUNDUBHI OT́HE BÁJI
NIRÁSH HRDAY UT́HLO SÁJI
NRITYE GIITE SURE ÁMÁR
GÁNER TARII KHÁNI ÁMÁR
PHELE ÁSÁ DIN GULI MOR
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PHELE ÁSÁ DIN GULI MOR
NECE ELO HOYE VIBHOR
BOLALE ESE JÁCCHI BHESE
BHENGECHI BANDHA KÁRÁGÁR
GÁNER TARII KHÁNI ÁMÁR
PRÁŃER SHROTE BHÁSIYE CHILUM
GÁNER TARII KHÁNI ÁMÁR
Into the stream of life,
I have floated the boat of my song.
There exists no bondage of shore whatsoever.
Innumerable rhythms now oscillate in a swing.
Today, there is no backward pull.
The victory trumpet started resonating.
The pessimist heart started decorating itself,
with dance, melody and song.
My past days have returned,
dancing and overwhelming,
telling me that they are now drifting ahead,
having broken down the prison that had kept them locked.