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4075 (07/06/1987) D


ESECHILE ÁMÁR GHARE,
KON SE PÚRŃIMÁY,
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ,

NÁCE GÁNE PRÁŃER T́ÁNE
BHOLÁLE ÁMÁY,
KON SE PÚRŃIMÁY,
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ,

SHUNECHILEM MANER KATHÁ,
ÁÁ
SHUNECHILEM MANER KATHÁ,
SARIYE DILE JATA VYATHÁ,
ÁÁ
SARIYE DILE JATA VYATHÁ,
RACE GELE ITI KATHÁ
MADHU MÁLIKÁY,
KON SE PÚRŃIMÁY,
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ,

SAHASÁ KENO JE GELE,
ÁÁ
SAHASÁ KENO JE GELE,
EKÁ ÁMÁY REKHE GELE,
ÁÁ
EKÁ ÁMÁY REKHE GELE,
SE SMRITI KII D́HEKE DILE,
KÁLER KUÁSHÁY,
KON SE PÚRŃIMÁY,
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ,

ESECHILE ÁMÁR GHARE,
KON SE PÚRŃIMÁ,
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ


O Lord, You came to my home on one full moon night. You enchanted me with songs, dance and
overwhelming pull. You listened to my feelings of the mind and removed all my sufferings.
You created a history of sweet floral garlands. But why suddenly You went away leaving me
alone. You even covered that memory with the fog of time.


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