1812 (09/09/1984) K


SINJITA NÚPURE MANERII MADHUKARE
KE GO TUMI D́EKE JÁO
D́EKE JÁO BÁNSHIIRA SURE

NÁ SHUNE PÁRI NÁ
BÁNDHA BHÁUNGÁ E DYOTANÁ
SÁŔÁ DII MANERI PÁPAŔI NEŔE
D́EKE JÁO BÁNSHIR SURE

ÁRO KONO KÁJ NEI SHUDHU D́ÁKO ÁMÁRE
ÁRO KEU KINEI ÁMI CHÁŔÁ SAḾSÁRE
CÁO JABE SÁTHE NÁO MANO MATA SÁJÁO
ÁMÁRE TOMÁR RÚPÁDHÁRE
D́EKE JÁO BÁNSHIR SURE

JATA RÁGA ANURÁGA GANDHA VAHA PARÁGA
SURE TÁLE MISHE THÁKÁ CHANDA RÁGINI RÁGA
DIYE GELE CHAŔIYE DHARÁR PARE KII E
RÚPÁTIITA BHÁVE BHARA RÚPA DHARE
D́EKE JÁO BÁNSHIR SURE







Like a humming bee,
with the sound of ankle bells,
who is that You,
who keeps calling me,
playing melodies on the flute?

I am unable to ignore it,
this unbarred effulgence
that responded with removing
the covering petals of my mind.

You have no other work to do.
You merely keep calling me.
Is there none else other than me in this world?

Whenever You want,
simply take me with You
and place me as an adornment within Your form,
as per Your wish.

All the love and affection,
all the fragrance-carrying pollen,
all the musical modes and submodes
mixed with melody and rhythm,
You scattered about on the earth -
what is this play of Yours?

You filled the receptacle of form
with the ideation of the formless.