1993 (18/10/1984) K


TOMÁY KHUNJE KHUNJE JANAM KET́E GECHE
TABE KENO ELE NÁ KÁCHE

JATANE PHÚL TOLÁ PRIITITE GÁNTHÁ MÁLÁ
DÁVA DÁHE SHUKIYE GECHE
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LOKE BOLE TUMI DAYÁR SÁGAR
LOKE BOLE TUMI DAYÁR SÁGAR
LOKE BOLE TUMI DAYÁR SÁGAR
TABE KENO MOR BHARE NÁ GÁGARA
NIJER ABHIJINATÁ SIKTA VYÁKULATÁ
RIKTATÁ ENE DIYECHE
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HE LIILÁ RASA GHANA SHUDHU E VINATI
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HE LIILÁ RASA GHANA SHUDHU E VINATI
LIILÁ KARE JÁO NÁI TÁTE KŚATI
ANNYERI VYATHÁ MARMERI GÁNTHÁ
NÁ BUJHE LIILÁ KARÁ KII SÁJE
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TOMÁY KHUNJE KHUNJE JANAM KET́E GECHE
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Searching You,
my whole life passed by,
yet, You did not come near me.

I carefully picked flowers
and lovingly threaded my garland,
yet, in the sun's heat,
it withered away.

People say that You are ocean of mercy,
then why not fill my pot?
By placing ignorance and restlessness upon me,
You instead filled me with hollowness.

In the intense flow of Your divine game,
I have only one prayer:

There is no harm in You continuing Your game.
But if You do not understand other people's agony
and deepest feelings,
what is the beauty of Your game?