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EI, JIIVAN SAEKATE ÁMI
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ÁKÁSHE TÁRÁ JVALE JHALA MALE
CEYE DEKHE NIIHÁRIKÁ
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MAN MÁJHE ÁSE KATA BHÁVANÁ
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MAN MÁJHE ÁSE KATA BHÁVANÁ
ATIITER KATA KATHÁ KATA CHALANÁ
HÁRIYECHE TÁRÁ KOTHÁ KEU JÁNE NÁ
HOYETO BÁ NABHE ÁCHE ÁNKÁ
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BHÁVANÁR MOR KONO SHEŚA NÁI
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BHÁVANÁR MOR KONO SHEŚA NÁI
ÁSE JÁY PHELE MORE EKALÁI
TÁI TO TOMÁY KÁCHE PETE CÁI
KÁLÁKÁL BHULE KENDE D́ÁKÁ
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EI, JIIVAN SAEKATE ÁMI
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On this sandy beach of life,
I am picking shells all by myself.

The stars in the sky shine with glow,
and the nebula also wants to be seen.

Numerous thoughts appear in my mind.
Many events of the past and several illusions arise.
What has become of them?
Nobody knows it.
Perhaps they remain engraved in the sky.

There is no end to thoughts and feelings,
They come and go, leaving me alone.
That is why I want You close.
Forgetting what would be the appropriate time,
I call You crying.