1021 (16/11/1983) K


TUMI, HERE GIYEO MÁNO NÁ HÁR
HERE GIYEO MÁNO NÁ HÁR

JIIVERE ÁNO SHUDHU DUHKHA DITE
DUHKHE TYAJE TÁRÁ E SANSÁR
TUMI, HERE GIYEO MÁNO NÁ HÁR

PHÚLER SAUNGE RAYECHE JE KÁNT́Á
JOÁRERA PÁSHE PÁSHE ÁCHE BHÁNT́Á
MAOCÁKE MAOMÁCHI ÁCHE JÁGÁ
AMISHRA ? NAY AMRITA SÁR
TUMI, HERE GIYEO MÁNO NÁ HÁR

TABE KII SUKHER ANUBHÚTI DITE
DUHKHERE REKHECHO
TÁRI SÁTHE SÁTHE
KÁLIMÁR GLÁNI BAYE JETE JETE
PARÁIYÁ DÁO GARIMÁ HÁR

TUMI, HERE GIYEO MÁNO NÁ HÁR







Even after losing,
You do not accept defeat.

Amidst sufferings,
You bring living beings to this world,
and subsequently have them struggle
to free themselves from it.

On flowers,
thorns are present.
On tides,
a flow also persists.

The bees await to taste the honey,
the essence of this nectar does not mix.

Providing the experience of pleasure,
You maintain pains along with it.

Washing off the agony of darkness,
You place the garland of glory on us.

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Although You are in defeat,
You won't accept it.
You bring all creatures for suffering only
and due to it, they leave this creation.

There are thorns with the flowers
and the ebb and rising flow take place side by side.

In the beehive the bees suffer pain
and yet, in it lies the essence of nectar,
without which nothing can exist.

Did You keep pains and sorrows
tied to happiness
to make us realise Your deep feelings?

O Lord,
carrying the load of insult,
You adorn us with the necklace of reputation!