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3017 (14/08/1985) K


ÁSO NÁ KATHÁ BOLO NÁ—,
E BHÁLOBÁSÁ HOLO NÁ

SHOŃO NÁ VYATHÁ BOJHO NÁ,
KEMAN BUDDHI BUJHINÁ
E BHÁLOBÁSÁ HOLO NÁ

MANE MANE ÁCHO SÁTHE,
ÁÁ
MANE MANE ÁCHO SÁTHE,
PÁINÁ KABHU DEKHITE
SHUNIYÁCHOOTAH PROTE,
LUKIYE KII LÁBH BOLO NÁ
E BHÁLOBÁSÁ HOLO NÁ

ÁNKHITE REKHE ÁNKHI,
ÁÁ
ÁNKHITE REKHE ÁNKHI,
BOLITE PÁRO NÁ KI,
ÁR DIN NÁHI BÁKI,
PÚRIBE TOMÁR SÁDHANÁ,
E BHÁLOBÁSÁ HOLO NÁ

ÁSO NÁ KATHÁ BOLO NÁ—,
E BHÁLOBÁSÁ HOLO NÁ


You do not come,
You do not speak,
this isn’t love.

You do not listen,
You don’t understand my pain,
my intellect can’t understand how this can be.

You are there in our minds,
yet I’m never able to see You.

I heard You exist in Otah and Protah
(individually and collectively),
so what’s the point of hiding?

You look into my eyes;
can’t You speak to me?

Time is short; fulfil Your sadhana.







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