3481 (31/03/1986) K


MANANE ESO PRIYA MOR
YADI, NAYANE NÁ CÁO
SAYATANE GÁNTHÁ MOR
MÁLÁ JHARE ÁCHE D́OR
ÁSHÁ DIYE KENO BHULÁO

YADI, NAYANE NÁ CÁO
MANANE ESO PRIYA MOR

JÁ KARITÁ KÁJ TAVA
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
JÁ KARITÁ KÁJ TAVA
JÁ KARITÁ KÁJ TAVA
NITI NITI NAVA NAVA
BUJHECHI HE ABHINAVA MOR
DIYE LIILÁ RACÁO

YADI, NAYANE NÁ CÁO
MANANE ESO PRIYA MOR

JÁNI ÁCHO SÁTHE SÁTHE
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
JÁNI ÁCHO SÁTHE SÁTHE
JÁNI ÁCHO SÁTHE SÁTHE
ASHANI KAROKÁGHÁTE
ULKÁ VAJRA PÁTE
VYATHÁ DIYE CETANÁ ÁNÁO

YADI, NAYANE NÁ CÁO
MANANE ESO PRIYA MOR







If You do not cast Your eyes on me,
at least please come into my mind,
O my beloved.

I threaded my garland with so much care.
Now, all its flowers have fallen off
and only the thread remains.

Why do You divert my mind by entertaining false hopes?
Whatever I do each and every day,
in new and newer styles, are all Your actions.
I have realised,
O ever new one,
that You want to engage me in Your divine game.

I know that during thunderbolts and hailstorms
You are always with me.
When meteors and thunder strike,
by subjecting me to pain and affliction,
You bring me back to my senses.