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3093 (30/08/1985) K


TOMÁR MANER ÁNGINÁTE
SABÁR KHELÁ DHULÁ,
SABÁR KHELÁ DHÚLÁ

SABÁR SÁTHE ÁCHO METE
SAKÁL SANDHYÁ BELÁ,
SABÁR KHELÁ DHÚLÁ

SÚRYA UT́HE PÚRVÁKÁSHE,
ÁÁ
SÚRYA UT́HE PÚRVÁKÁSHE,
TOMÁR MANER EKAT́I PÁSHE
ÁLOY KARO LIILÁ,
SABÁR KHELÁ DHÚLÁ

RAVI D́OBE SANDHYÁ RÁGE,
ÁÁ
RAVI D́OBE SANDHYÁ RÁGE,
TOMÁR KALIR ANURÁGE
PARÁG BHÁSE DÚR ASHEŚE,
TANDRÁ MÁYÁR BHELÁ,
SABÁR KHELÁ DHÚLÁ,

TOMÁR MANER ÁNGINÁTE
SABÁR KHELÁ DHULÁ,
SABÁR KHELÁ DHÚLÁ


O Lord, in the courtyard of Your mind, in the activity of games, You are engrossed with
all the times, mornings and evenings. The sun rises in the eastern sky, close beside Your
mind. And You play with light. The sun sets in the evening with red colour. Due to Your
love for the buds, the fragrance floats far off on the boat of Your ma’ya’, delusive
drowsiness.



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