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3584 (19/06/1986) D


NIIL ÁKÁSHE OI BALÁKÁ
KON AJÁNÁY BHESE JE JÁY

MAN CHOT́E TÁR PICHU EKÁ
PÁY NÁ DEKHÁ NIIŔA JE KOTHÁY
KON AJÁNÁY BHESE JE JÁY

ÁLO ÁNDHÁRITE D́HÁKÁ
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
ÁLO ÁNDHÁRITE D́HÁKÁ
E NIIŔ SADÁI BHÁVE MÁKHÁ
PRIITIR T́ÁNE UŔE JE PÁKHÁ
SE KHUNJE PÁY T́HIK THIKÁNÁY
KON AJÁNÁY BHESE JE JÁY

KARME JINÁNER D́ÁNÁ MELE
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
KARME JINÁNER D́ÁNÁ MELE
BHAKTIR NI SHÁNÁY CALE
BHÁVALE TÁKE SABE BHULE
SE DHARÁ DEY ARÚPA LIILÁY
KON AJÁNÁY BHESE JE JÁY

NIIL ÁKÁSHE OI BALÁKÁ
KON AJÁNÁY BHESE JE JÁY


The swan glides in the blue sky unto an unknown destination.

My solitary mind rushes behind but is unable to find where its nest is.

Sheltered in light and shade,
this nest always remains coated by the the devotional flow of thought.
By the attraction of love
the swan’s wings flap and reach the correct destination.

Spreading the wings of action and knowledge,
it flies towards devotion,
looking at its object of contemplation,
forgetting everything else.
He comes into fold,
in this unparalleled and divine game.



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