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387 (29/03/1983) D


PRABHU, DHARÁ KII KABHU DEBE NÁ
BHÁVITE BHÁVITE KATA YUGA JÁBE
BHÁVÁRO KI NÁHI SIIMÁ NÁ

PRABHU, DHARÁ KII KABHU DEBE NÁ
MÁYÁ MOHÁGHÁTE HOYE JARJARITA
HÁRÁYECHI REŃU SURABHITA CITTA
JHARÁ PHÚL SAMA PAŔE ÁCHI NIICE
EBE KI BÁ HOBE JÁNINÁ

PRABHU, DHARÁ KII KABHU DEBE NÁ
JÁHÁ THÁKIBE NÁ TÁHÁ NIYE MICHE
GHÚRIYÁ MARECHI ÁLEYÁR PICHE
TUMI HÁT DHARE PHIRÁO ÁMÁRE
MOHA GHORE JETE DIO NÁ

PRABHU, DHARÁ KII KABHU DEBE NÁ


Lord, will You never come within our easy reach?
How long shall we yearn for You?
Is there no end to our anxious expectation of Your advent?
Buffeted by waves of illusion and delusion,

we have lost all the sweet fragrant pollen of mind.
We lie strewn like fallen flowers.
We know not what the future holds.
We have wasted our time running after mirages.
We have pursued the ephemeral.

Catch hold of my hand and turn me around.
Don't allow me to be misguided by the spell of delusion.

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Lord, will You ever come within our easy reach?
How long shall we yearn for You?
Will our anxious expectation know no end?

Buffeted by spells of illusion and delusion
we have lost the sweet fragrant pollen of mind.

We lie strewn like fallen flowers.
We know not what the future holds.
We have wasted our time running after mirages.
We have pursued the ephemeral.

Catch hold of my head/(hand?) and turn me round.
Don't allow me to succumb to delusion.








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