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1170 (18/01/1984) K


PALÁSH VANE TOMÁR SANE
HOYE CHILO DEKHÁ
KON SE ATIITE

SAḾGOPANE KÁNE KÁNE
KAYE CHILO KATHÁ
BHARÁ PRIITITE
KON SE ATIITE

ÁGUN JHARÁ PHÁGUN MÁSE
PALÁSH VANE KOŃE KOŃE
JEGE CHILO PRÁŃER ÁVEGA
CHANDAMAYA PRÁTE
KON SE ATIITE

AJÁNÁ PATHIK E DHARÁR KÁCHE
THEKE DÚRRE SABÁR
BUDDHI DIYEO VICÁR KARE
TOMÁY PÁI NÁ DHARITE
KON SE ATIITE


O mystic traveler,
a long time has passed
since I met You in the palash grove,
when You endearingly whispered into my ears.

With the rhythmic dawn of maddening string sounds,
the unending rows of palash flowers turned fiery
and every nook and corner of the palash forest
vibrated with new life.

The mystic traveler is so near
to this expressed universe,
and yet, He remains so far from all.

No amount of intellect,
no amount of logic
can catch hold of Him.








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