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3215 (15/11/1985) D


TOMÁRE CEYECHI,
MANERI NIIPE MAŃI DIIPE,
TUMI ELE NÁ

VARŚÁ KÁJAL RÁTE,
BHAYÁL BÁDAL VÁTE,
DHARÁ DILE NÁ,
TUMI ELE NÁ

PRÁVRIT́A PRAKRTI KATANÁ LIILÁY,
ÁÁ
PRÁVRIT́A PRAKRTI KATANÁ LIILÁY
GHIRE CHILO MORE AYUTA MÁYÁY,
SARVOTTARA TAVA MAHIMÁY
D́HÁKÁR CHILO KI CHALANÁ,
TUMI ELE NÁ

MANDÁKRÁNTÁ TÁLE CALE DHARÁ,
ÁÁ
MANDÁKRÁNTÁ TÁLE CALE DHARÁ
PATH KLÁNTÁ VIVASHE VIDHURÁ
TOMÁRAI ÁSHE TÁI GHURE SÁRÁ
ÁNKHI MELE KENO DEKHAO NÁ,
TUMI ELE NÁ

TOMÁRE CEYECHI,
MANERI NIIPE MAŃI DIIPE,
TUMI ELE NÁ


O Lord, I wanted You in the mental garden of niip with lamp of gem, but You did not come.
I wanted You in the dark rainy night, with frightening clouds and winds, but You did not
come into the fold. The over flooding rainy nature with many illusionary game, surrounded
me with innumerable delusions. They had covered Your highest glory, what is this
enchantment? The earth moves with a special manda’kranta’ rhythm, she is tired of
movement, compelled and afflicted. She makes all the revolutions hoping for You, why do
not You look at her opening the eyes?



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