1811 (08/09/1984)


SARPILA KUT́ILA PATHE
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SARPILA KUT́ILA PATHE

JÁRÁ GIYE CHILO TÁRÁ PHIRE ESECHE
KALUŚA KÁLIMÁ SARÁYE
UJJVALA RAḾGE SEJECHE
JÁRÁ GIYE CHILO TÁRÁ PHIRE ESECHE
SARPILA KUT́ILA PATHE

TOMÁKE CHEŔE THÁKÁ JÁY NÁ
TOMÁKE BHÚLE BHÁLO LÁGE NÁ
TOMÁR PARASHE PRIITIRA HARASHE
SABE KÁCHE CHÚT́E CALECHE
JÁRÁ GIYE CHILO TÁRÁ PHIRE ESECHE
SARPILA KUT́ILA PATHE

KUASHÁY D́HÁKÁ KE THÁKITE CÁY
ÁLOR JHALAK KEMAN JE MÁTÁY
PRATIT́I PALAK PULAKE KÁT́ÁYA
JE TOMÁRE MANE DHARECHE
JÁRÁ GIYE CHILO TÁRÁ PHIRE ESECHE
SARPILA KUT́ILA PATHE







Those who have traveled through the serpentine and crooked path,
come back again.


Those who have decorated themselves in brightness,
removing the darkness of dirt, also return.

It is impossible to stay, leaving You.
Nothing remains pleasant, forgetting You.

By Your touch,
with the joy of love,
all rush close.

Who wants to stay covered in mist?
Who wants to miss those flashing charms that intoxicate?
For those who constantly keep You in their mind,

each moment passes in joy.