TUMI, ELE ABELÁY DERI KARE
DIN CALE JE JÁY DIN CALE JE JÁYA
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MLÁN MADHU MÁLATIIR MÁLÁ MURCHÁY
KLÁNTA KARABI KLESHE KOTHÁY LUKÁY
DIN CALE JE JÁY DIN CALE JE JÁYA
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ÁSÁ JÁOÁ NIYE ÁCHE EI SANSÁR
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ÁSÁ JÁOÁ NIYE ÁCHE EI SANSÁR
HÁRÁNOR KÁNDÁ ÁR TRIPTI PÁOÁR
CHANDÁYIITA PATH ÁNÁGONÁR
SURE RÁGE GÁN GÁY
DIN CALE JE JÁY DIN CALE JE JÁYA
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DUHKHER ÁNDHÁRE SUKH ÁLOY HÁSE
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DUHKHER ÁNDHÁRE SUKH ÁLOY HÁSE
MANER MUKURE PRIITI KUSUME BHÁSE
SHARAT SHEFÁLITE KUSHE KÁSHE
RÚPE RASE JHALAKÁY
DIN CALE JE JÁY DIN CALE JE JÁYA
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You came at an untimely moment.
You came late, as the day was passing.
The dull garland of malati flowers is withering.
The drying oleander flower hides due to pain.
This world comprises both coming and going.
There is sadness in loss and joy in achievement.
The resonant path, with rhythm and melody,
sings the song of our coming and going.
Within the darkness of sorrow,
the glow of joy smiles.
In the mirror of mind,
the flower of love appears.
Amidst wintry shefali flowers
and flowers in the tall grass,
beauty and taste are reflected.