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MANDRITA ÁKÁSHE, BALÁKÁRÁ BHÁSE
SAḾGIITA CHÚT́E JÁY
MAN MOR TÁRE CHUNTE DHÁY

ALAKŚITA KARE VIIŃÁR JHAUNKÁRE
PALE PALE MIIŔA JÁGÁY
MAN MOR TÁRE CHUNTE DHÁY

EKELÁ CALE ESO KE KOTHÁY ÁCHO BHAVE
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EKELÁ CALE ESO? KE KOTHÁY ÁCHO BHAVE
NANDITA BHUVANER MILITA ANUBHAVE
JÁHÁ CHILO JÁHÁ NÁHI SAKALI HETHÁY PÁVE
SHUNILE BHOLÁ NÁHI JÁY

MAN MOR TÁRE CHUNTE DHÁY

ACENÁ AJÁNÁ LOKA HOTE ÁSIÁCHI
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ACENÁ AJÁNÁ LOKA HOTE ÁSIÁCHI
PUNAH AJÁNÁR PÁNE BHÁSIYÁ CALIYÁCHI
EKAI LAKŚYA CHILO, EKERE NIYEI ÁCHI
SE EKE JAGAT JHALAKÁY
MAN MOR TÁRE CHUNTE DHÁY

MANDRITA ÁKÁSHE, BALÁKÁRÁ BHÁSE
SAḾGIITA CHÚT́E JÁY
MAN MOR TÁRE CHUNTE DHÁY

In the resonant sky,
the swans glide,
and music bursts out.
My mind runs, longing to touch them.

Through unseen hands, the viina (lyre) tinkles,
each moment awaking a chord.

Come along, everyone!
Who else is there in the world?
This experience is a mingling of the happy world.
Whatever existed,
whatever did not exist,
all that,
is found here and will not be forgotten after hearing it.

I have come through the unknown and unrecognisable.
I float back towards the unknown.
There has ever only been one desideratum.
That alone, I hold on to.
That singular One
reflects as glimpses in this world.