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3280 (23/12/1985) D


PRADIIP JVELE D́EKE CHILUM,
BÁRE BÁRE ÁNKHI JALE
TUMI DÁO NI SÁŔÁ SARE GELE

LOKE BOLE KOMAL HRIDAY,
ÁÁ
LOKE BOLE KOMAL HRIDAY,
KUSUM KORAK MADHUR NILAY
ÁMÁR KÁCHE SATYA SE NAY,
EKE KI KOMAL BOLÁ CALE
TUMI DÁONI SÁŔÁSARE GELE

PRADIIP SARIYE DIYE DEKHI,
ÁÁ
PRADIIP SARIYE DIYE DEKHI,
LUKIYE CHILE TUMI EKII
TOMÁR KÁCHE NEIKO PHÁNKI,
DINE RÁTE SÁTHE CHILE
TUMI DÁO NI SÁŔÁ SARE GELE

PRADIIP JVELE D́EKE CHILUM,
BÁRE BÁRE ÁNKHI JALE
TUMI DÁO NI SÁŔÁ SARE GELE


Kindling the lamp, I have been calling You, again and again with tearful eyes, but You did
not respond O Lord. People say that You are soft hearted, like pollen of flower with
sweetness, but for me that is not true, how can it be called softness? Removing the lamp I
observed, whether You were hidden somewhere. There is no deception before You as You are
ever together accompanying day and night.






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