3823 (06/11/1986) K


NAYANE KENO KE JÁNE
ENKE CHILO SE, PRIITIRI AINJAN

ÁJI HÁY PHÁLGUNI VÁYA
SE KATHÁ JÁNÁY SE
PRIITIRI AINJAN

DUHKHA BOJHE NÁ KE SE LIILÁMAYA
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
DUHKHA BOJHE NÁ KE SE LIILÁMAYA
ÁNKHI MOCHE NÁ KON SE NIDAYA
KÁCHE ÁSE NÁ DURE THEKE KAY
BHÁLOBÁSI TOMÁKE AŃUKŚAŃA
PRIITIRI AINJAN

JENECHI TÁRE CINECHI
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
JENECHI TÁRE CINECHI
MANER MUKURE HERECHI
SE BODHIMAYE BUJHECHI
SE ÁMÁR ÁMI TE PRATIKŚAŃA
PRIITIRI AINJAN

NAYANE KENO KE JÁNE
ENKE CHILO SE PRIITIRI AINJAN







He applied the decorative mark of love onto my eyes.
Who knows why.

In the spring breeze
that charmer of my mind reminds me of it.

The embodiment of the illusive game does not understand my agonies.
That merciless one does not wipe off my tears.
He does not come close,
and says from a distance:
“I love You each moment.”

I know and understand Him.
I search Him in my mental mirror.
I realise Him as embodiment of intuition.
He resides within my “I” feeling, each and every moment.