3792 (05/10/1986) D


PRIYA KE BOLE TOMÁKE BHÁLO
KATA NÁ JANAM KATA KLESHA SHRAMA
D́ÁKIÁ CALIÁ GELO

KE BOLE TOMÁKE BHÁLO
D́EKECHI TOMÁY MAYUKHA MÁLÁY
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
DE’KECHI TOMÁY MAYUKHA MÁLÁY
NIDÁGHE PRÁVRIT́E JALADARCI GÁY
D́EKECHI BHÁDRE SHÁRADA RÁTRE
SÁDÁ MEGHE JVELE ÁLO

KE BOLE TOMÁKE BHÁLO
D́EKECHI HEMANTERI HIMA VÁYA
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
D́EKECHI HEMANTERI HIMA VÁYA
SHITER TIIVRA TUŚÁRER GHÁY
ELE VASANTE JIIVAN PRÁNTE
NÁSHI SAINCITA KÁLO

KE BOLE TOMÁKE BHÁLO
PRIYA KE BOLE TOMÁKE BHÁLO







O beloved,
who tells that You are good?
How many lives, 
with how many struggles and pains have passed calling You?

I call You through series of effulgence,
in the summer heat,
during floods and through the clouds,
singing.
I call You during the rainy season,
in winter nights,
and through white clouds,
kindling light.

I call You during the cold and snowy wind of winter,
when injured by cold burns in the winter snow.
You came to life in spring,
destroying the accumulated darkness.