SANDHYÁ BELÁY BÁLUKÁ BELÁY
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KII VICITRA VISHVA CITRA
ÁNKIÁ CALECHO HE VIDHÁTÁ
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MÁNAS NAYANE DEKHECHO TOMÁR
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MÁNAS NAYANE DEKHECHO TOMÁR
GIRI DHVASE TÁRÁ KHASE KATA BÁR
KATA NIIHÁRIKÁ BHESE CALE EKÁ
GEYE JÁY TAVA GUŃA GÁTHÁ
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MADA MATTA MÁTAUNGERÁ
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KON BALE KATA KARE CALÁ PHERÁ
SHONO TÁRI SÁTHE PHULER REŃUTE
PRAJÁPATIDER ITIKATHÁ
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In the evening,
at the dusty and sandy beach,
I sit and think of You.
O Lord,
what splendid design are You sketching?
With Your mental eyes,
again and again,
You witness the destruction of mountains
and the fall of stars.
Many nebula float on alone,
singing of Your attributes.
The mad elephants roam in the forest.
You listen, along with them,
amidst the pollen of flowers,
to the history of butterflies.