NIIL SAROVARE DINAKAR KARE
PHUT́E CHILO EK SARORUHA
CÁY NI SE KONO VITTA VIBHAVA
PRATIŚT́HÁ YASHA SAMÁROHA
PHUT́E CHILO EK SARORUHA
DULITO DODUL DOLE SE
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DULITO DODUL DOLE SE
UŚÁR URMI ÁVESHE
NÁCITO CHANDE MOHANÁNANDE
EKÁNTE RASA RABHASE
KEU, CENE NI TÁHÁRE JÁNENI TÁHÁRE
DEKHE NI TÁHÁR UHAVOHA
PHUT́E CHILO EK SARORUHA
CHUT́E ELO JHAŔA ULKÁ PRALAY
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CHUT́E ELO JHAŔA ULKÁ PRALAY
KŚUDRA JIIVANE TÁKI TÁR SAY
ELO KÁLO CHÁYÁ KUHELIKÁ MÁYÁ
NÁMILO AKÁLE DUHSAMAY
MÁNUŚER HÁTE JIGHÁNSÁ SÁTHE
DILO TÁRE DUHKHA DUHSAHA
CHENŔÁ MRIŃÁLER JVÁLÁ DÁHA
PHUT́E CHILO EK SARORUHA
NIIL SAROVARE DINAKAR KARE
PHUT́E CHILO EK SARORUHA
One lotus bloomed in the blue pond with the ray of sun. It does not want any riches or
wealth, or even grand assemblage of prestige and fame. Those who oscillate on the swings
with the impulse of morning waves, they dance with charming bliss rhythmically, in
isolation with the upsurge of flow. No one knows them or recognise them or see their
thought waves. The annihilating meteorite come rushing, can the meagre living beings
tolerate that? The dark shadow of illusive fog comes untimely bring bad period. The
killing fury in hands of human beings, provide them unbearable sorrow, like burning of
lotus stalk.