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1285 (23/02/1984) D


KUYÁSHÁR KÁLO MUCHE DIYE
HATÁSHÁR RESHA DÚRE SARIYE
ÁSHÁR PRDIIP HÁTE NIYE
NISHIITHE SE ESECHILO

PRIITITE ÁNKHI CHILO BHARÁ
DYUTITE ÁNAN ÁLO KARÁ
NIIRAVE PATHA PARIKRAMA
SERE SE DVÁRE THEME CHILO
NISHIITHE SE ESECHILO

MAHÁKÁSHA MEGHE MÁKHÁ CHILO
CIDÁKÁSHA BHÁVE BHARÁ CHILO
TÁR KATHÁ BHEVE BHEVE
NAYANE JAL JAMÁ CHILO
NISHIITHE SE ESECHILO

JÚTHIRÁ SE SHRÁVAŃII SANDHYÁY
GANDHA D́HELE CHILO HAVÁY
MEGHER ÁŔÁLE CANDRAMÁY
DEKHE SHIKHIIRÁ NECE CHILO
NISHIITHE SE ESECHILO

SE CARAŃDHÚLITE KARUŃÁ CHILO
MOR MANANE MÁYÁ CHILO
MÁYÁTE SE DHÚLIR SPARSHE
SPANDAN JEGE UT́HE CHILO
NISHIITHE SE ESECHILO


Wiping away the darkness of fog,
removing all traces of disappointment,
carrying the lamp of hope in hand,
He came at night.

His eyes were filled with love,
His face was illuminated with effulgence.

Silently, leaving His cyclic moving on the path,
He stopped at my door.
The sky was loaded with clouds,
the firmament of my mind was filled with ideation.

Thinking of Him,
tears accumulated in my eyes.
On that evening of the rainy season,
the magnolia flowers
spread fragrance into the air.

Looking at the moon that hid behind the clouds,
the peacock started dancing.

On the dust of His feet,
mercy prevailed,
in my mind,
delusion aroused.
Into this delusion,
by the touch of that dust,
vibrations sprang forth.








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