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341 (15/03/1983) D


DAYÁL PRABHU BOLO GO TOMÁY
DAYÁL NÁME KENO D́ÁKÁ HOY

PHÚLE KENO KÁNT́Á THÁKE GO
JHARŃÁ KENO UPALETE BAY
DAYÁL NÁME KENO D́ÁKÁ HOY

KAMAL KUMUD GANDHE BHARÁ
MALIN JALE KENO BÁ PHOT́E
JIIVE BHARÁ KHUSHIR DHARÁ
VIJAN PATHE KENO BÁ CHOT́E
TÁRÁR MÁLÁR PRADIIP JVÁLÁ
AMÁNISHÁY KENO CEYE RAY
DAYÁL NÁME KENO D́ÁKÁ HOY

PHÚLER MATO SHISHU KENO
GHAN GHAN KENDE THÁKE
CÁNDERA ÁLO KENO HÁSE KÁLO
MEGHER PHÁNKE PHÁNKE
MANDA MADHUR GANDHA VAHA
ATTAHÁSE SHILÁ JHAINJHÁY
DAYÁL NÁME KENO D́ÁKÁ HOY

DAYÁL PRABHU BOLO GO TOMÁY
DAYÁL NÁME KENO D́ÁKÁ HOY


Tell me Lord,
O merciful Lord,
who endowed You with this name?

Tell my why did You create
the flower stalks with thorns?

Why streams must wend their way
over bumpy pebble stones?

Why fragrant lilies and loti bloom
from turbid, dirty pools?

Why the happy earth, home of all life,
in silent space
rotates alone?

Why the starlit sky
which scintillates
with the light of a billion lamps
must extinguish into oblivion
when the full moon sings her tune?

Why children, fresh as floral blooms,
must cry so loud and long?

Why moonbeams peep
like frightened (captive) sheep
through slits in ominous clouds?

Why the peaceful sky with its gentle breeze
can suddenly transform,
spitting streams of hard and painful hail
with the raucous laughter of a storm?







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