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3086 (29/08/1985) K


MANER MAYÚR MELECHE KALÁP
TUMI ESO PRABHU KÁCHE ESO

TOMÁRI SURE TÁLE NÁCIÁ SE CALE
HE CIR NOTUN CEYE HÁSO,
TUMI ESO PRABHU KÁCHE ESO

ÁMÁR BOLITE KONO KICHU NÁI,
TOMÁRI VASTU KE MOR BOLE JÁI
E MOR CHALANÁ ÁTMA PRATÁRAŃÁ
DRIŔHA BHÁVE PRABHU TUMI NÁSHO
TUMI ESO PRABHU KÁCHE ESO

NIVIŔA TIMIRE PAŔE CHINU D́HÁKÁ
KÁNE BHESE ELO GHORE RATHA CÁKÁ
HE CIR SÁRATHI MARMER SÁTHI,
CIDÁKÁSHE ÁJ TUMI BHÁSO
TUMI ESO PRABHU KÁCHE ESO

MANER MAYÚR MELECHE KALÁP
TUMI ESO PRABHU KÁCHE ESO


The peacock of my mind fans its tail.
Lord, come close, still closer.
To your melody and rhythm it dances.
O, one with an ever-new gaze and smile.

There is little I can call my own.
Your things I say are mine.

My delusion and self-deception,
You firmly destroy.

In the close dense night I was under the covers,
When the sound of the turning chariot wheels reached my ears.

O, eternal charioteer,
heart’s friend,
into the firmament of my mind You shine today.








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