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4217 (11/12/1987) ?


PHÚL PHÚT́ECHILO CÁNDA UT́HE CHILO,
SE JYOTSNÁ RÁTI SMRITI PAT́E NITI
BHÁSVAR KARE TÚLE CHILO

PHÚL PHÚT́ECHILO CÁNDA UT́HE CHILO,
PRATI PALAKER SEI PRIYATAM
SVAPNIL BÁHIR ANTARE MAMA
RÚPAESHVARYA GUŃE ANUPAMA
MOR SATTÁKE D́HEKE CHILO

PHÚL PHÚT́ECHILO CÁNDA UT́HE CHILO,
CÁINI SE NISHÁ KABHU HOK BHOR,
CAKRE MÁTUK CITTA CAKOR
MAN NIYE NIKO SE MÁNAS COR,
E BHÁVANÁ MANE BHESECHLO
PHÚL PHÚT́ECHILO CÁNDA UT́HE CHILO,


The flowers bloomed, the moon arose. That moonlit night has lifted the curtain from my
memory and illuminated that. That Dearest remains dreamy in my inside and outside. It has
enveloped my existence by the grand beauty and unique attributes. I do not want such night
to end in a morning. I wish to remain engrossed in the cycle like the cakor bird in the
mind. This feeling went on floating in the mind that the stealer of mind, by taking my
mind has done well to me.



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