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4194 (15/11/1987) D


NÁ BOLIYÁ ESECHILE NÁ BOLIYÁI GELE,
ÁMÁR VYATHÁ BUJHILE NÁ,
ÁMÁR KATHÁ BHÁVILE NÁ

TOMÁR LIILÁ SAPTA LOKE,
GOLOKE, PÁTÁLE,
ÁMÁR TOMÁY NIYEI THÁKÁ,
ÁMÁR TUMII DHYAN DHÁRAŃA
ÁMÁR KATHÁ BHÁVILE NÁ

JOÁR ELE NADIIR JALE,
ÁÁ
JOÁR ELE NADIIR JALE,
UPACIYÁY KÚLE KULE
KII VEDANÁ KON UPALE,
TÁ SE SHUDHÁLE NÁ
ÁMÁR KATHÁ BHÁVILE NÁ

BHÁT́AY JAKHAN SHUKÁY NADII,
ÁÁ
BHÁT́AY JAKHAN SHUKÁY NADII,
KE HÁRÁLO NIRAVADHI
KON HARIŃII UT́HALO KÁNDI,
BHÁSE SHUNILO NÁ
ÁMÁR KATHÁ BHÁVILE NÁ

NÁ BOLIYÁ ESECHILE NÁ BOLIYÁI GELE,
ÁMÁR VYATHÁ BUJHILE NÁ,
ÁMÁR KATHÁ BHÁVILE NÁ


O Lord, You came without telling, went away without declaring, did not understand my pain,
did not think about me. Your illusive game is spread into the seven strata, heaven and
netherworld. My existence is only taking You, my object of meditation and concentration is
only You. Tide came into the river water, and goes on overflowing the banks. You did not
enquire what pain did I have, what was stone. When the down stream flow dries up the
river, who loses constantly. Which deer started crying, that You did not listen.






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