E PATHER SHEŚA KOTHÁY
SHEŚA KOTHÁY
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ÁDIO NÁI ANTA NÁI
MADHYA PÁOÁ HOLO DÁY
SHEŚA KOTHÁY
SHEŚA KOTHÁY
PATH CALITECHI KATA YUGA DHARE
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PATH CALITECHI KATA YUGA DHARE
KONO ITIHÁS KAYENI TÁ MORE
KOTHÁ HOTE ESE KOTHÁ JÁI BHESE
KENO ÁLO SUMUKHE JHALAKÁY
SHEŚA KOTHÁY
SHEŚA KOTHÁY
E PARIKRAMÁ KABE HOBE SHEŚA
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E PARIKRAMÁ KABE HOBE SHEŚA
JÁHÁKE KHUINJI SE ANÁDI ASHEŚA
NÁHI MÁNE KÁLA PÁTRA O DESHA
BHÁVÁTIITA SE JE BHÁVE LUKÁY
SHEŚA KOTHÁY
SHEŚA KOTHÁY
E PATHER SHEŚA KOTHÁY
SHEŚA KOTHÁY
Where is the end of this path?
It has no beginning nor end
and finding the middle portion is exasperating.
There is no known history
of how many ages I have been moving on this path.
Where did I come from?
Where am I drifting to?
Why does light shine ahead of me?
When shall this revolution end?
The One I search is beginningless and endless,
and unconcerned by limitations of time, place and person.
He is beyond imagination,
yet He hides within thought.