4377 (01/07/1988) K


SEI SONÁJHARÁ ARUŃA PRÁTE
TUMI BASE CHILE BAKULERI TALE
TUMI BASE CHILE BAKULERI TALE
KII JENO JÁDU CHILO ÁNKHITE

SAB KICHU TAVA APURVA ABHINAVA
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SAB KICHU TAVA APURVA ABHINAVA
CALÁ PHERÁ LIILÁ KARO PRATI PALE NAVA NAVA
DURJEYA DUSTAR ANANTA ARŃAVA
MAMATÁ MÁDHURI MÁKHÁ TÁTE
KII JENO JÁDU CHILO ÁNKHITE

TOMÁKE BUJHITE JÁOÁ SHUDHUI VÁTULATÁ
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TOMÁKE BUJHITE JÁOÁ SHUDHUI VÁTULATÁ
SHÁSTRER JINÁNE VIJINÁNERI VÁCÁLATÁ
ANTARE KANDARE JÁGE JABE VYÁKULATÁ
TUMI ÁSO HÁSO TRYASAREŃUTE
KII JENO JÁDU CHILO ÁNKHITE







O Lord, on that golden sunrise in morning, You were sitting below the bakul flower tree.
What magical charm was in the eyes? Everything of Yours is unprecedented experience, You
go on performing the illusive game, liila’ each moment in new way while moving. O the
difficult, insurmountable infinite ocean, in which sweetness of affection is smeared.
Trying to understand You is shear madness, knowledge of scripture and science is just
blabbering. When in the recess of the mind, earnestness arises, You appear and smile in
dust particles.