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JE TOMÁRE CEYECHE SEI KENDECHE
BUJHI NÁ E KII RIITI

ASHRU PLÁVANE PÁI MANE MANE
EO KII PRIITI
BUJHI NÁ E KII RIITI

JIIVAN BAHIYÁ JÁY SHATADRU? SHATA DHÁR
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JIIVAN BAHIYÁ JÁY SHATADRU? SHATA DHÁR
ULKÁ VAJRA GIRI RODHE NÁ GATI TÁHÁR
TUMI CHÁŔÁ KEU ÁR THÁKE NÁ SUMUKHE TÁR
TUMI TÁRE JOGÁO DRUTI
BUJHI NÁ E KII RIITI

VIŚÁD HARŚA TÁR HOYE JÁY EKÁKÁR
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VIŚÁD HARŚA TÁR HOYE JÁY EKÁKÁR
MANO MANJÚŚÁ MÁJHE THÁKE NÁ KONO VIKÁR
NIIHÁRIKÁ ÁR NIIHÁRÁŃU THÁKE NÁ VICÁR
EKE MELE ANEK GIITI

BUJHI NÁ E KII RIITI







Those who love You,
they only cry.
I don’t understand this system.

Amidst floods of tears,
I find You in my mind.
Is this love?

Life flows on through hundreds of hills,
in hundreds of streams.
Meteorites, thunders and mountains
do not obstruct its motion.
Except You, no one stands before it,
as only You provide its speed.

Pain and pleasure move unified.
In the mental casket, there is no distortion,
be there nebulae or particles of dust,
as multitudes of songs merge into one.