1347 (12/03/1984) D


ÁJI, KENO ELE ÁMÁR MANE
PHÚL GULI SAB JHARE PAŔE GECHE

KÁNTÁ PAŔE ÁCHE MANOVANE
KENO ELE ÁMÁR MANE

EK DIN CHILO PHÚLER SUŚAMÁ,
CHILO MADHU CHILO RAMYA TANIMÁ
UCCHAL CHILO MOR MADHURIMÁ
SE DIN ÁSO NI ÁVÁHANE
KENO ELE ÁMÁR MANE

SURABHITA CHILO SUSHOBHITA VEDII
SE DIN KRPÁ KARE ÁSITE JADI
EI KATHÁ ÁJO BHÁVI NIRAVADHI
CEPE RÁKHÁ VYATHÁ MANE GAHANE
KENO ELE ÁMÁR MANE

ÁJI, KENO ELE ÁMÁR MANE
PHÚL GULI SAB JHARE PAŔE GECHE







Why did You come today into my mind
when all my flowers have withered away
and in my mental garden only thorns remain?

There had once been a day,
when the beauty of flowers had prevailed,
as had sweetness and charming and delicate subtlety.

My sweetness had overflowed,
yet, on that day You did not come,
even after hearing my invocation.

My altar had laid fragrant and decorated,
for You to bestow Your grace that day.

This event, I continuously think of, even today,
as I keep my agony suppressed in the depth of my mind.