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409 (07/04/1983) K


GÁN GEYE JÁI TOMÁRE TUŚITE
DAGDHA HIÁYA JUŔÁIYÁ NITE

JÁHÁ CHILO KÁCHE ÁJ CALE GECHE
SEI SHELÁGHÁTA BHÚLIYÁ JÁITE
JÁHÁ CHILO MOR NIYECHE KÁL COR
HÁRÁNORI VYATHÁ ÁJI PÁSHARITE
SAḾGIITER SURE NAYANERA NIIRE

JE KŚATA CHILO BHARE TÁHÁKE MUCHITE
ÁMÁR SHIRA TÁJ KHASE GECHE ÁJ
CHEŔECHI SAB SÁJ VEDANÁ VAHITE
GÁN GEYE JÁI TOMÁRE TUŚITE
DAGDHA HIÁYA JUŔÁIÁ NITE


I sing
to please You Lord
and to heal
my wounded heart.

I have lost all,
O fatal blow,
so I sing away my grief.

The Supreme Thief
has stolen all.
I sing
to forget my loss.

With song
I obliterate
the wounds
the tears of sorrow.

My crown has fallen
and I, divest of all grandeur,
endure the pain.








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