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4160 (01/10/1987) D


ÁSBE BOLE GIYE CHILE,
SE KATHÁ BHÚLE RAILE KENO,

MANER MAYUR BHÁVER NÚPUR
TOMÁRE BHEVE NÁCACHE JENO
SE KATHÁ BHÚLE RAILE KENO,

CIKUR KEUR DHÚLOY LOT́ÁY,
ÁÁ
CIKUR KEUR DHÚLOY LOT́ÁY,
TOMÁR PRIITIR PARASH JE CÁY
ASTA RAVIR RAKTIMÁBHÁY,
SVAPANE TÁDER KENO NÁ T́ÁNO
SE KATHÁ BHÚLE RAILE KENO,

HE PRÁŃA PURUŚA PRIYA SABÁR,
ÁÁ
HE PRÁŃA PURUŚA PRIYA SABÁR,
ÁDI MADHYA ANTE APÁR
SABÁR ÁDHÁR NIJE NIRÁDHÁR,
AŃUR ANURODHA EKT́U SHOŃO
SE KATHÁ BHÚLE RAILE KENO,

ÁSBE BOLE GIYE CHILE,
SE KATHÁ BHÚLE RAILE KENO,


O Lord, You had told to return, why have You forgotten that matter. The mental peacock,
ideating on You, with tinkling of anklebell and feelings, dances. The chignon ornament,
merging with dust, wants the touch of Your love. With the red glow of sunset, why do not
You pull them close? O The Purus’a of life, Dear to all, unlimited in beginning, middle
and the end, You are base of all, though remaining without any foundation, listen to the
one prayer of the microcosm.



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