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3102 (01/09/1985) D


KENO, AMAN KARIYÁ D́EKE CALO
KÚPODAK DIYE DILE TARAUNGA D́HELE
BHÁVÁVEGE KARE UCCHVALO,

AMAN KARIYÁ D́EKE CALO
SÁGARER TIIRE CHILUM EKELÁ,
ÁÁ
SÁGARER TIIRE CHILUM EKELÁ,
JHINUK KÚŔIYE KET́E GECHE BELÁ
DHÚLOBÁLI NIYE KARE GECHI KHELÁ
DEKHINI SINDHU UDDVELO,

AMAN KARIYÁ D́EKE CALO
GURU GARJANE SINDHU SARAVA,
ÁÁ
GURU GARJANE SINDHU SARAVA,
TÁHÁTE MISHIÁ JÁY DHVANI SABA
KŚUDRA PRÁŃER ANIMÁ ÁSAVA
SE MAHÁDHVANITE CANCALO,
AMAN KARIYÁ D́EKE CALO
KENO, AMAN KARIYÁ D́EKE CALO


O Lord, why like this You continue calling? Giving well water, but pouring waves, You make
me restless with the impulse of ideation. I was alone at the shore of the ocean, passing
time picking up shells. I continued play with shore sands, and did not see the restless
ocean. With loud roar the ocean sounded. In that all sounds were merged. The meager heart,
with the nectar of pointed ness, became restless with that great roar.


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