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3007 (10/08/1985) D


KE JENO ÁSIÁ MARME PASHIYÁ,
BOLILO MADHU MÁSE ÁSIBE

MOR JATA DOŚA MANE CÁPÁ ROŚA, K
ŚAMIYÁ KARUŃÁ KARIBE,
BOLILO MADHU MÁSE ÁSIBE

PATH DEKHÁYECHO PATH BUJHIYÁCHI
ÁÁ
PATH DEKHÁYECHO PATH BUJHIYÁCHI
ÁLASYE UPEKŚÁ KARECHI
JENE SHUNE BHÚL PATHE CALIYÁCHI
BHAROSÁ HOLO SMITA HÁSIBE,
BOLILO MADHU MÁSE ÁSIBE

JÁNI MOR BOLITE KICHU NÁI,
ÁÁ
JÁNI MOR BOLITE KICHU NÁI,
TOMÁR JINISE MOR BOLE JÁI
E MOHA CHALANÁ SHRÁNTI YÁTANÁ
BOLO NIRASAN KARIBE KABE,
BOLILO MADHU MÁSE ÁSIBE

KE JENO ÁSIÁ MARME PASHIYÁ,
BOLILO MADHU MÁSE ÁSIBE


Who would come into my heart
and tell me that the sweetness of spring is on its way?

Pardoning my faults and the anger
I held suppressed in my mind,
He showers mercy on me.

You showed the path
and I understood the way.

But lazily,
I ignored those directions
and moved knowingly down the wrong way.

Even then,
I hoped You would smile at me.

There is nothing really
that belongs to me.
Your things are my things.

The delusion of infatuation,
the torture of fatigue,
who is going to redress these,
tell me?






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