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Gáne gáne
Bhare dile ákásh vátás tumi priya;
Dyuloker álok ánile
Chande tále ramaniya.
Dúrke káche t́ánile,
Parke ápan karile;
Bháver sur shuńiye dile
Já marme báje ájio.
Ámár maner randhrapathe
Acená ajáná hate;
Kon se plávan ácamvite vahále
He dhyáner dheya.
Madhumálaiṋca, Kolkata, 14/11/86
With countless songs
You filled the air and the sky, O dear,
You brought light from heaven,
So exquisite in rhythm and beat.
You drew the far near,
You made the unrelated your kin.
You sang tunes of deep ideation
That still ring in the core of every heart.
Through the various pores of my mind,
From an unknown and unseen world,
What a sudden deluge you let in,
O the object of my meditation.