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3117 (04/09/1985) D


ÁKÁSHER NIILE,
ÁKÁSHER NIILE MALAYÁNILE
KII SAḾGIIT BHESE ÁSE

SATATA SE DHÁY,
SATATA SE DHÁY TABU NÁ PHURÁY
PLÁVAN ÁNIYÁ DESHE DESHE,
KII SAḾGIIT BHESE ÁSE

AŃU MÁNASE DOLÁ DIYE JÁY,
ÁÁ
AŃU MÁNASE DOLÁ DIYE JÁY,
BRIHATER SPANDANE NÁŔÁ DEYA
KŚUDRA MANER SIIMÁNÁ HÁRÁY,
KÁR ÁGAMANER ULLÁSE
KII SAḾGIIT BHESE ÁSE

SALÁJ KALIRÁ ÁVESHE TÁKÁY,
ÁÁ
SALÁJ KALIRÁ ÁVESHE TÁKÁY,
GHOMT́Á SARIYE MADHU D́HELE DEY
CIRA TARE TÁRÁ MISHE JETE CÁY
SE CIT CORER ABHILÁŚE,
KII SAḾGIIT BHESE ÁSE

ÁKÁSHER NIILE,
ÁKÁSHER NIILE MALAYÁNILE
KII SAḾGIIT BHESE ÁSE


In the blue sky, through the sandal breeze, what music comes floating? It rushes
constantly still does not terminate, and brings flood in places after places. It gives
swing to the unit minds, and gives a jerk in the Cosmic oscillation of the great. By whose
arrival with joy, the meager unit mind loses its limitation? The shy buds look with
impulse and removing the veils, go on pouring honey. For a long time they wanted to merge
with that stealer of the mind with earnestness.



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