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4092 (30/06/1987) D (Shiva)


ÁLOKER EI UTSAVE,
SABE ÁCHE, TUMI NÁI,

GAUNGODAKER ÁSAVE
GAUNGÁDHARE NÁ PÁI
SABE ÁCHE, TUMI NÁI,

DHÚRJAT́II JAT́Á MELECHE,
ÁÁ
DHÚRJAT́II JAT́Á MELECHE,
KÁMPIYE ÁKÁSHA VATÁSE
SABE TÁŃD́AVE DHVANICHE,
VRTHÁI VEŃUKÁ BÁJÁI
SABE ÁCHE, TUMI NÁI,

TRIKÁL EKETE MILECHE,
ÁÁ
TRIKÁL EKETE MILECHE,
MATTA ÁVESHE DULICHE
ANÁHATA DHVANI BHÁSICHE,
ÁR KENO GÁN GEYE JÁI
SABE ÁCHE, TUMI NÁI,

ÁLOKER EI UTSAVE,
SABE ÁCHE, TUMI NÁI,


O Lord, on this festivity of light, all are present except You. Even in the essence of
Ganges water, I do not find Gangadhar, Shiva. The tufts of Shiva is spread, quivering the
sky and netherworld with the sound of Tand’ava, I uselessly play the flute. All the
three aspects of time merge into One, and with frenzied impulse swings. The internal sound
floats and as such how can I continue singing?



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