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3014 (13/08/1985) D


ÁSO NI SUKHER DINE
ELE SAMÁDHITE DITE PHÚL

BASO NI SIḾHÁSANE
MOCHONI CARAŃ RÁTÚL
ELE SAMÁDHITE DITE PHÚL

DEKHECHI ANEK LIILÁY,
ÁÁ
DEKHECHI ANEK LIILÁY,
SHATA RÚPE ÁLOY CHÁYÁY
BÁNSHITE BELÁ ABELÁY,
D́EKE GECHO MARME ATÚL
ELE SAMÁDHITE DITE PHÚL

DYUTIMAYA PARIVESHE,
ÁÁ
DYUTIMAYA PARIVESHE,
CINMAYA SE ÁVESHE,
MAN JETE CÁY JE MISHE,
TOMÁTE ÁVEGE ÁKUL,
ELE SAMÁDHITE DITE PHÚL

ÁSO NI SUKHER DINE
ELE SAMÁDHITE DITE PHÚL


Lord,
You do not come on those happy days,
when I am deep in thought,
holding a flower for You.

You don’t sit on the throne;
You don’t wipe Your feet.

I see Your many liilas,
playing out in hundreds of shades
of light and shadow.

At the sound of Your flute,
You call to me in the core of my heart,
in good times and bad.

In this illuminated environment,
in the tremendous excitement of my consciousness,
my mind eagerly wants to merge in You.









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