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4010 (06/02/1987) D


PÚRVA ÁKÁSHE ARUŃA HÁSE
NEIKO ÁNDHÁR RÁTA,

KÁSHER PHÚLE SHISHIR DOLE
SHARATERA PRABHÁT
NEIKO ÁNDHÁR RÁTA,

MANER KATHÁ BOLI KÁKE,
ÁÁ
MANER KATHÁ BOLI KÁKE,
SÁDÁ MEGHE NÁ SHIULIKE
KHUNJECHI JÁKE PELUM TÁKE,
SMVITER PRABHÁT
NEIKO ÁNDHÁR RÁTA,

SABÁI ÁJI KATHÁ BOLE,
ÁÁ
SABÁI ÁJI KATHÁ BOLE,
KEU HESE KEU HÁSIR CHALE
KEU VÁTÁSE DODUL DOLE,
SARIYE SAḾGHÁTÁ
NEIKO ÁNDHÁR RÁTA,

PÚRVA ÁKÁSHE ARUŃA HÁSE
NEIKO ÁNDHÁR RÁTA,


In the eastern sky, the morning sun smiles, there is no dark night. Over the tall grass
dewdrops swing, on the winter mornings. To whom should I speak about my mind, to the white
clouds or to the shiulii flowers. The One Whom I was searching, I found Him at the dawn of
consciousness. All talk today, some with smile and some other with delusion of smile. Some
oscillate on the swing of air, removing the blow.



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