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4204 (28/11/1987) ?


PHÚL PHÚT́ECHILO SEI SE VIHÁNE,
SÁNJHE SEJE CHILO CÁNDA,

DIN KET́E GECHE HATÁSHE VIJANE,
KENDE KI KÁT́IBE RÁTA
SÁNJHE SEJE CHILO CÁNDA,

D́ÁK DIE GECHE DIN BULBULI,
AMARÁR DVÁRGULI DIE KHULI
ÁMÁR KÁNANE JÁGENIKO KALI,
ÁDI MADHYÁNTA PRAMÁDA
SÁNJHE SEJE CHILO CÁNDA,

TAMASÁR MÁJHE E ÁSHÁ MANETE,
NIRÁSHÁR NISHÁ KÁT́IBE PRABHÁTE
BÁLIR SHUKTI BHARE MUKTÁTE SARÁVE SAB VIŚÁDA
SÁNJHE SEJE CHILO CÁNDA,


PHÚL PHÚT́ECHILO SEI SE VIHÁNE,
SÁNJHE SEJE CHILO CÁNDA,


The flowers had bloomed that morning, the moon was decorated in the evening. The day has
passed in disappointment in isolation. Would my night pass in crying? The nightingale went
on calling whole day, opening the doors of heaven. But in my garden the bud did not bloom
due to ego from beginning till end. Within darkness, this hope was there in the mind, that
the night of disappointment would be passed by morning, by filling shells on the shore
with pearls, I would remove all agonies.



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