3132 (08/09/1985) D


ÁMÁR ÁMI BHESE GECHE
SHROTER JALE PHÚLER MATO

JÁY NI RÁKHÁ TÁKE KÁCHE
JAD́A BÁNDHANE AVIRATO
SHROTER JALE PHÚLER MATO

DINE RÁTE NÁNÁN BHÁVE
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DINE RÁTE NÁNÁN BHÁVE
CEYE CHILUM ANUBHAVE
BHÁVA SARITÁR SAB ABHÁVE
RAUNGA LÁGÁTE SHATA SHATA
SHROTER JALE PHÚLER MATO

SONÁR KHÁINCÁR SEI JE ÁMI
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SONÁR KHÁNCÁR SEI JE ÁMI
D́ÁKLE KAKHAN TÁKE TUMI
NILE T́ENE SHIIRŚA CÚMI
BOLALE RAUNGE HÁRÁONITO
SHROTER JALE PHÚLER MATO

ÁMÁR ÁMI BHESE GECHE
SHROTER JALE PHÚLER MATO







My “I” feeling floats away like a flower in a stream of water.

It is impossible to continuously keep it tied
to the bondage of inert substances.

Day and night, amidst various thoughts,
I have thus felt.
In the empty stream of my thoughts,
hundreds and hundreds of colours had arisen.

I had been placed in a golden cage,
when You called and took me to the top,
telling me that I should not become lost in these colours.