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

ÁNKHITE REKHE ÁNKHI
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
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 or speak.
This is not love.

You do not listen.
You do not understand my pain.
How You do this, my intellect cannot understand.

You are with me mentally,
yet I never see You.
I have heard that You remain individually and collectively associated.
So what is the use of Your hiding?


Looking into my eyes, can't You speak to me?
There isn't much time left.
Fulfil my sadhana, my spiritual effort.