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ÁKÁSHE KÁLO MEGH BHESE JÁY
ÁKÁSHE KÁLO MEGH BHESE JÁY

NIIP SHÁKHÁTE SHIKHI KÁKE CÁY
ÁKÁSHE KÁLO MEGH BHESE JÁY

JALA SIKTA KŚITI PRIITITE SURABHI D́HÁLE
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JALA SIKTA KŚITI PRIITITE SURABHI D́HÁLE
MEGH GARJANE VÁYU SVANANE TARU DOLE
AJÁNÁ PATHIK E KII LIILÁ KARE CALE
KÁCHE ÁSE DÚRE HÁRÁY
ÁKÁSHE KÁLO MEGH BHESE JÁY

ARGAL RUDDHA ÁJI BHAVANE BHAVANE
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ARGAL RUDDHA ÁJI BHAVANE BHAVANE
ÁRO MEGH JAME CALE MANERI IISHÁN KOŃE
ARGAL KHULE ESO MISHE JÁI TÁRII SANE
ÁNDHÁRE JE JYOTI VARAŚÁY
ÁKÁSHE KÁLO MEGH BHESE JÁY


The dark clouds go on floating in the sky. Sitting on the branch of niip tree, whom does
the peacock seek? The land, wet with water lovingly emanates fragrance, Due to thunder of
clouds, and sound of wind, the trees shake. What a divine game, liila’, the unknown
traveler goes on performing? He comes close and then gets lost away. Today each house is
closed with bolts. And the clouds go on accumulating in the northeast corner of the mind.
Come opening the bolts, I want to merge with You, so that illuminations rain in darkness.


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