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

DYUTIMAYA PARIVESHE
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
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







You do not come during happy days.
You come when I am engrossed in You, offering flowers.

You do not sit on a throne,
letting Your red feet be cared for.

Many a divine play do I see,
of hundreds of forms of light and shade.
With the sound of Your flute,
time and again,
You call from within the core of one's heart,
playing in excellent styles.

In this illuminated environment,
under the impulse of consciousness,
my mind is restless to merge in You with acceleration.