(jini sokol kajer kaji mora tnari kajer songee)
We do our work in the guidance of our Lord
Here we enjoy varieties of musicals He creates
Making waves after waves of various rhythms
We go on singing joyously
Also go on dancing thus
Following the song-style played by His flute
In this living and death game
We come together in His bazar
Joining Him in our joyous and non-joyous games
And when called by His silent urgent calls
We rush over thorny paths crossing ocean and hills
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