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Gáner jagat asheś shońa sunayaná.
Bháver náhiko parisheś, jata kara racaná.
Timir ságarer parapár hate -
Gáner taraúṋga sure laye áse srote.
Thákená kona avasheś, jata kara gańaná.
Áloker dhárá dhare asiim utsa pathe,
Saḿgiita bháse jhauṋkáre múrchanáte.
Ke táre karive bala sheś járe bhává jáya ná.
Madhumálaiṋca, Kolkata, 26/8/84
Listen O beautiful-eyed one, the world of song is endless.
Ideas are boundless, however many are composed.
From beyond the ocean of darkness
Waves of song roll in on currents of melody and rhythm.
However many are counted, there is never a remainder.
From an infinite source, along rivers of light,
Music flows in endless resonance and cadence,
Who can end it, O beautiful-eyed one, that which is beyond thought.