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Gáner kakhano sheś hay náko,
Surer jagate nahi eká.
Práńer pradiip kabhu neve náko
Tava diipádháre hale rákhá.
Jata bháśá áche, jata sur áche, tomá hate tárá save ásiyáche.
Jata áche gán tomári je dán, tava mahimáy ratha cáká.
Tomár vyáhriti mahá dyotanáya
Surasaptake vahiyá je jáy.
Anantakál tava cetanáy
Sánande samáhita tháká.
Madhumálaiṋca, Kolkata, 4/8/83
Music never ends,
in the realm of melody none are alone;
The flame of life can never be extinguished,
If it burns on Your lamp stand.
From You have sprung all languages, all melodies;
All songs are only Your gifts, wheels of chariots move for Your glory.
Your utterances, cosmically vibrant,
Stream along seven musical notes;
Eternally Your consciousness
Remains blissfully entranced.