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BHEVE CHILUM TUMI ÁSIBE
KATHÁ DIYE KATHÁ RÁKHIBE

MARUTE JHARE PAŔÁ SHISHIR SAMA
PALE SHUKÁYE NÁ JÁBE
KATHÁ DIYE KATHÁ RÁKHIBE

JATA APARÁDH AŃUR HOYE THÁKE
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JATA APARÁDH AŃUR HOYE THÁKE
BHÚMÁR BELÁY LIILÁ BOLE TÁKE
KATHÁ DIYE KATHÁ NÁ RÁKHÁKE
BOLO KE SAMARTHAN KARIBE
KATHÁ DIYE KATHÁ RÁKHIBE

KŚUDRA ÁMI IHÁI APARÁDHA
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KŚUDRA ÁMI IHÁI APARÁDHA
KŚUDRERO THÁKITE PÁRE SÁDH
JENE SHUNE KENO GHAT́ÁLE PRAMÁDA
KI YUKTITE ÁR MUKH DEKHÁBE
KATHÁ DIYE KATHÁ RÁKHIBE

BHEVE CHILUM TUMI ÁSIBE
KATHÁ DIYE KATHÁ RÁKHIBE







I thought You would come,
having given Your word.

You would honour Your word,
and, unlike dew drops falling on the sand,
I would not instantly dry up.

In case of microcosms, these are misdeeds.
In case of Macrocosm, they are called divine play, liila.
By giving Your word and not honouring it,

who would support You? Tell me.

I am small, this is my only crime.
But in insignificant ones also longings are present.
Knowing this, why didn't You reduce the inadvertence?
By what skill can I show my face?