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3217 (17/11/1985) K


PATH CEYE ÁCHI,
MÁLÁ GENTHE REKHECHI,
TUMI ELE NÁ

DIN CALE GECHE,
RÁTAO SHEŚA HOYECHE
MANER VYATHÁ KI BOJHO NÁ,
TUMI ELE NÁ

JHARÁ SHEFÁLI RÁSHI HIME GECHE BHÁSI
ÁÁ
JHARÁ SHEFÁLI RÁSHI HIME GECHE BHÁSI
HÁRIYE GECHE KUSHA KÁSHERO HÁSI
MALAY SAMIIR ÁR NIKAT́E ÁSI,
KATHÁ BOLE NÁ,
TUMI ELE NÁ

HIMÁNI PUNJE D́HÁKÁ PAŔECHE DHARÁ
ÁÁ
HIMÁNI PUNJE D́HÁKÁ PAŔECHE DHARÁ
RIKTA SHOBHÁ ÁJ SARVA HÁRÁ
NAEHSHABDE LIIN KUHU KEKÁRÁ,
DHVANI TOLE NÁ,
TUMI ELE NÁ


O Lord, I have been waiting on the path, kept the garland threaded, but You did not come.
The day passed, the night ended, do not You understand the agony of my mind? The
accumulated dropped shefa’lii flowers floated away with the snow. The smile of tall
grasses is lost. But the sandal breeze coming closer did not speak out. The earth is
covered with the much of snow, losing all its beauty today. The peacock is engrossed in
silence and does not raise the sound.






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