PS 4868
GA'NER JHARAN'A' VAYE JA'Y VELA' AVELA' NA'HI MA'NE
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
GÁNER JHARAŃÁ BAHE JÁY BELÁ ABELÁ NÁHI MÁNE
UPALE UCHALI NECE DHÁY SURER SARITÁ DHARE SÁGAR PÁNE BELÁ ABELÁ NÁHI MÁNE
HISÁB RÁKHE NÁ KÁLA TITHI VARAŚE ABHÁVA BOJHE NÁ NISHÁ DIVASE SPHURTI ÁCHE, ÁCHE DIIPTI PRÁŃE TUŚÁR GALI YE NAVA CHANDA ÁNE BELÁ ABELÁ NÁHI MÁNE
JHARAŃÁ JHARAŃÁ SUNDARII JHARAŃÁ AMAR GIITITE TUMI PARIPÚRŃÁ CANDANE CANDRIKÁ MADHUPARŃÁ TOMÁKE BHÁLOBÁSE VISHVA JANE BELÁ ABELÁ NÁHI JÁNE
Translation
O Lord, the fountain of songs goes on flowing unrestrained by time factor. Jumping over the stones, it rushes dancing overwhelmingly, holding on to the stream of melody, towards the ocean. It does not keep any account of time, date or years. Does not care for the presence of day or night. There is enthusiasm and glow in life, the melting snow brings new rhythm. O the beautiful fountain, fall, You are completely filled with immortal song. You are sweet leaf illuminated with moonlight and sandal scent, all the people of the world love You.
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