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Gáner sheś kotháya ke jáne,
Ke jáne go ke jáne,
Anubhúti gáner doláy bhese jáy,
Máná ná máne.
Gáner sure ravi jáge,
Gáner rauṋger aruń ráge,
Gáner priiti bháse paráge,
Chanda áne jiivane.
Gáne vasudhá beṋce áche,
Gáner sudháya práń bhareche,
Sriśt́i-sthiti-prańásh náce gáneri abhijiṋáne.
Madhumálaiṋca, Kolkata, 16/9/86
Where does the song end? Who can say?
Who can say, my friend, who can say?
Feelings swayed by melodies drift on,
Heedless of any restrictions.
The sun rises with melodies of song
Amid crimson colours of music,
The love within music wafts with the pollen
Stirring life into rhythm.
Music keeps the earth alive,
The nectar of music inundates all hearts,
Music symbolizes the eternal dance of creation,
preservation and destruction.