PRABHU HE, TOMÁR
LIILÁ BOJHÁ BHÁR
ÁSÁ JÁOÁY SHRIŚT́I ÁCHE
BUJHE GECHI SÁR
TOMÁR, LIILÁ BOJHÁ BHÁR
PRABHÁT RAVIR PRATHAM ÁSÁ
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PRABHÁT RAVIR PRATHAM ÁSÁ
SANDHYÁ RÁGER BHÁLOBÁSÁ
TÁRI MÁJHE BÁNDHE BÁSÁ
ÁMÁR E SAḾSÁRA
TOMÁR, LIILÁ BOJHÁ BHÁR
MANDÁNILE PHÚLER SUVÁSA
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MANDÁNILE PHÚLER SUVÁSA
BHARIYÁ DEY SUNIIL ÁKÁSHA
SHARATE SHEPHÁLII KUSH KÁSHA
SHEŚEI SHURU JÁR
TOMÁR, LIILÁ BOJHÁ BHÁR
PRABHU HE
TOMÁR, LIILÁ BOJHÁ BHÁR
O Lord,
it is difficult to understand Your divine game.
I have understood in essence
that creation consists of coming and going.
My coming starts amidst the morning sun
and the colourful evening love.
Within such a world, I remain bound.
The floral fragrance in the mild breeze
fills the deep blue sky.
The shefali flower and the tall prewinter grass,
indicate that the end is approaching.