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3134 (08/09/1985) K


MRIG NAYANÁ MORE BOLO NÁ
KÁR TARE TUMI ETA KÁNDO NISHI DIN

ÁSIBE BOLE JE GECHE CALE
TÁR PAR BHULE GECHE KE SE MAMATÁHIIN
KÁR TARE TUMI ETA KÁNDO NISHI DIN

ALAK GUCCHA TAVA ÁKÁSHE UŔE
ÁÁ
ALAK GUCCHA TAVA ÁKÁSHE UŔE
MANER IISHÁN KOŃE MEGHER JHAŔE
TABU SE TÁKÁLO NÁ VEDANÁ BUJHILO NÁ
DÚRE RAHIYÁ GELO KEMANE SE KAT́HIN
KÁR TARE TUMI ETA KÁNDO NISHI DIN

ÁNAMANE CEYE ÁCHO DÚRÁKÁSHE
ÁÁ
ÁNAMANE CEYE ÁCHO DÚRÁKÁSHE
MAN TAVA BHESE JÁY DIIRGHA SHVÁSE
SE KI TABU ÁSIBE NÁ KE SE CIR ACIN
KÁR TARE TUMI ETA KÁNDO NISHI DIN

MRIG NAYANÁ MORE BOLO NÁ
KÁR TARE TUMI ETA KÁNDO NISHI DIN


O deereyed, tell me, for whom you cry so much day and night? Who is that affection less
that went away announcing return back and then forgot? Your tuft of hair blows into the
sky, and in the northeastern corner of your mind, clouds rain. Still He did not see and
understand your pain, how harshly did He remain away? Unmindfully you look at the distant
sky, and you mind goes on floating with long breath. Will He not come, Who is that ever
unknown?



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