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4127 (05/08/1987) D


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.



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