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3077 (28/08/1985) K


TOMÁRE BHÁVIÁ CALI RÁTI DIN,
KENO DÚRE RAYE GELE

MOR ÁSHÁ BHÁLOBÁSÁ,
AVAHELE DILE PHELE
KENO DÚRE RAYE GELE

ÁNDHÁR HRIDAYE VIDHU,
ÁÁ
ÁNDHÁR HRIDAYE VIDHU,
MARUTE MÁDHAVII MADHU,
ÁMÁRE KÁNDÁLE SHUDHU
KI KARILE LIILÁ CHALE,
KENO DÚRE RAYE GELE

TOMÁRE BUJHE OT́HÁ BHÁR,
ÁÁ
TOMÁRE BUJHE OT́HÁ BHÁR,
KÁNT́Á KUSUM DUI UPAHÁR
EKE BÁDE THÁKE NÁ ÁR
LIILÁ RASE KII RACILE,

KENO DÚRE RAYE GELE
KENO DÚRE RAYE GELE


Lord, I think about You, day and night.

Why do You stay so far away?
My hope, my love,
You’ve neglected and cast (me) off.

You are the moon in my dark heart,
the sweet madhavii flower in the desert.
You make me cry.

What have You accomplished with Your game?
Understanding You is a heavy task.

Your gifts include both flowers and thorns.
There is no escaping this.

What have You created through Your playful flow?







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