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3160 (26/09/1985) D


ÁJ, KENO ELO SE JE KENO GELO
PHÚL PHÚT́IYE ÁLO JHARIYE,
MAN KE MÁTIYE KENO DILO

KENO ELO SE JE KENO GELO
KATA KENO MANE ÁSE ÁR JÁY,
ÁÁ
KATA KENO MANE ÁSE ÁR JÁY,
KONO KICHURI KINÁRÁ NÁ PÁY
BHÁVETE GELE MAN JE HÁRÁY,
E KII LIILÁ RASE BHÁSÁLO

KENO ELO SE JE KENO GELO
TÁHÁKE BHÁVIYÁ ÁNANDA PÁI,
ÁÁ
TÁHÁKE BHÁVIYÁ ÁNANDA PÁI
JATA KLESHA VYATHÁ TÁHÁ BHULE JÁI
TÁKE CHÁŔÁ ÁR KICHU NÁHI CÁI,
E KII PRIITI RÁGE SE RÁUNGÁLO
KENO ELO SE JE KENO GELO, ÁJ,
KENO ELO SE JE KENO GELO


Today, why did He come and why did He go away? Blooming the flowers, scattering light why
did He intoxicate the mind? How many “whys” come and go in the mind, no shore is found
to that anyway. Thinking constantly of that, the mind gets lost. In what flow of divine
game, liila’, He floated me away? By thinking of Him, I get bliss, and thus and all
pains and agonies I forget. Other than Him I do not want anything, in what sort of love,
He coloured me?






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