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2281 (27/01/1985) D


ÁLOKER EI JHARAŃÁ DHÁRÁY
SNÁNA KARÁTE KE GO ELE

SONÁR T́OPAR MÁTHÁY NIYE
PHÚLER VANE RAUNA DHARÁLE
SNÁNA KARÁTE KE GO ELE

DEKHE BHÁVI CINI CINI
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
DEKHE BHÁVI CINI CINI
PRIITIR PRATINIDHI INI
RAUNGA BERAUNGERA BHÁVA CHAŔÁTE
RÁM DHANUTE SHARA YUJILE
SNÁNA KARÁTE KE GO ELE

VARŃA JAKHAN NÁHI CHILO
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
VARŃA JAKHAN NÁHI CHILO
E RÚPA KOTHÁY LUKIYE CHILO
KENOI BÁ EI ÁLOR PURUŚA
PRÁŃA BHARÁLE RAUNGA MASHÁLE
SNÁNA KARÁTE KE GO ELE

ÁLOKER EI JHARAŃÁ DHÁRÁY
SNÁNA KARÁTE KE GO ELE


Who is He who came,
bathing me in the fountain flow of effulgence,
carrying the golden crown on His head
and colouring the floral garden?

Looking at Him, I seem to recognise,
this respectable person,
this representative of love.
He comes, scattering the ideas of different colours,
and placing His arrow on the rainbow.


When there was no colour,
where had this beauty been hidden?
Why has the effulgent entity filled life with the torch of colour?






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