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TANDRÁ JAKHAN COKHE NEVE ELO,
TAKHAN MANE ÁNDHÁR CHILO

SHATA DHÁRE BAYÁ JIIVAN SARITÁ
KOTHÁ JÁBE NÁHI BUJHE CHILO,
TAKHAN MANE ÁNDHÁR CHILO

JOÁRER JALA BHÁVE UCCHALA,
ÁÁ
JOÁRER JALA BHÁVE UCCHALA,
JAD́ÁKARŚAŃE CHILO CAINCALA
CÁNDER MÁDHURII ÁKÁSHE NÁ HERI
CÁNDERI VISHVE METE CHILO,
TAKHAN MANE ÁNDHÁR CHILO

BHÁNT́Á ELO PARE JIIVAN JOÁRE,
ÁÁ
BHÁNT́Á ELO PARE JIIVAN JOÁRE,
UJÁNER JALA GELO DÚRE SARE
SÁMARTHYA NÁI SE DIKE TÁKÁI
JE VIDHU NIKAT́E T́ENE CHILO,
TAKHAN MANE ÁNDHÁR CHILO

TANDRÁ JAKHAN COKHE NEVE ELO,
TAKHAN MANE ÁNDHÁR CHILO


When drowsiness came down over the eyes, then the mind was in darkness. Flowing into
hundreds of currents, where the stream of life was going, I could not understand. The
water during the tide was overflowing with feelings, restless with the attraction of
materials. I did not seek the sweetness of moonlight in the sky, the moon that intoxicated
the world. Then flow of low tide came into tide of life, The over flown water receded back
far. I have no capacity to look towards that side, the moon that attracted close.


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