PS 3991
BHESE JA'Y BHESE YA'Y
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
BHESE JÁY BHESE JÁY BALÁKÁ BHESE JÁY
KON AJÁNÁR GÁNE CALE ANANTA PÁNE SURE SURE SHUDHU GÁY BALÁKÁ BHESE JÁY
NEI PECHANER T́ÁN, RAYECHE PATHER GÁN ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ NEI PECHANER T́ÁN, RAYECHE PATHER GÁN SUMUKHER PÁNE CEYE BHÁVE TÁRE KE MAHÁN JHAINJHÁ VÁRTYÁ KEHO ULKÁ AVAROHA RODHITE TÁHÁRE NÁHI PÁY BALÁKÁ BHESE JÁY
VAJRA ASHANI ÁR UTTUNGA PAHÁŔ ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ VAJRA ASHANI ÁR UTTUNGA PAHÁŔ RODHE NÁ TÁHÁR GATI ITIR SAMÁHÁR UCCHVÁSE DHÁVAMÁN ULLÁSE PRIYAMÁN SHONÁLII VARTAMÁN EKE MURCHÁY BALÁKÁ BHESE JÁY BHESE JÁY BHESE JÁY BALÁKÁ BHESE JÁY
Translation
The swan goes on gliding, goes on gliding. With what unknown melody, it goes towards infinite, only singing with tunes after tunes. There is no backward pull, only song of the path remains, it just wants to move forward You the Great. The cyclone, storm or the fall of meteors, none can stop that. The lightning, the thunder, and very high mountain, none can stop its movement towards the culminating point of all. Rushing through exhalations attracted with joy, the golden present, all get stupefied into One.
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