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ÁSIÁCHO TUMI PRABHU
ÁSIÁCHO TUMI PRABHU
ÁSIÁCHO TUMI PRABHU
TAMASÁ SARIYE DIYE

JÁ KICHU MOR MANDA BHÁLO
AHAḾ ASMITÁ BHÚLIYE
TAMASÁ SARIYE DIYE

TIMIRERI KUHELII MÁYÁY
DIN KET́ECHE AHAMIKÁY
CEYE DEKHI ÁJI E SANDHYÁY
NÁI KICHU MOR THÁKI KII NIYE
TAMASÁ SARIYE DIYE

HATÁSHÁRI? BHÁNT́Á ÁSE
BHÁNT́ÁR SHEŚE JOÁRO HÁSE
BHRÁNTIR ANTYE ÁLOKAO BHÁSE
OTAH PROTE TOMÁRE PEYE
TAMASÁ SARIYE DIYE

ÁSIÁCHO TUMI PRABHU
TAMASÁ SARIYE DIYE







O Lord, You came removing the darkness, whatever was my good or bad, ego and pride, You
ignored. In the foggy delusion of darkness, the days pass in ego. I observed this evening
today, nothing belongs to me, with what should I survive? The downstream comes, and at the
end of it tide comes. At the end of delusion, illumination appears, individually and
collectively, on attaining You.