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4112 (16/07/1987) K


TIIRTHE TIIRTHE GHÚRIYÁ GHÚRIYÁ,
KLÁNTA HOYE ESECHI DVÁRE,

VIMUKH HOYO NÁ PRABHU,
VIRÚPO HOYO NÁ,
DVÁR KHULE NÁO BHIITARE,
KLÁNTA HOYE ESECHI DVÁRE,

KLÁNTA CARAŃ ÁMÁR
KLÁNTA CARAŃ ÁMÁR
DHÚLI DHÚSARITA,
ÁÁ
KLÁNTA CARAŃ ÁMÁR
DHÚLI DHÚSARITA
RAKTIM ÁNAN SVEDE VIJAD́ITA,
NIRÁSHÁ KUHELIKÁ ÁLAMBITA
PATH CALITE NÁRI KLESHA BHÁRE
KLÁNTA HOYE ESECHI DVÁRE,

MOR MÁLAINCE
MOR MÁLAINCE TABU PHOT́E PHÚL,
ÁÁ
MOR MÁLAINCE TABU PHOT́E PHÚL,
ÁSHÁR LATÁ ÁJ DOLE DODUL
BHÁVER SARITÁ E BHEVE ÁKUL,
UJÁNE JOÁRE YADI BHARE
KLÁNTA HOYE ESECHI DVÁRE,

TIIRTHE TIIRTHE GHÚRIYÁ GHÚRIYÁ,
KLÁNTA HOYE ESECHI DVÁRE,


O Lord, having searched You in various pilgrim places, wandering, becoming exhausted,
finally I reached the altar gate. O Lord, do not be apathetic, and displeased, open the
door and allow me inside. My feet are fatigued and smeared with dust. My tired red face is
smeared with sweat. Carrying the mist of disappointments, I am unable to tread the path
due to load of agonies. Still in my garden flowers bloom, even today the creeper of hope
oscillates on the swing. The stream of feeling is eager with the thought that the tide
will make it full.



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