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453 (22/04/1983) D


TOMÁREI ÁMI BHÁLOBÁSIYÁCHI
JUGE JUGE KATA BÁR
KATA RÚPE KATA BÁR

BHÚLIÁ GECHO KI SE SAKAL KATHÁ
SE BHÁŚÁ BHÁLOBÁSÁR
JUGE JUGE KATA BÁR
KATA RÚPE KATA BÁR

BIIJETE JÁ CHILO ANKUR HOLO
SAHAKÁR PHÚLE PHALE BHARE GELO
AMIYA SÁGAR UTHALI UT́HILO
ELO JE BHARÁ JOÁR
JUGE JUGE KATA BÁR
KATA RÚPE KATA BÁR

JÁHÁ D́HÁKÁ CHILO MANERI GAHANE
CHAŔÁYE PAŔILO VANE UPAVANE
MANER MUKUL SMITA KÁNANE
PHÚL HOYE PHOT́E SUŚAMÁR
JUGE JUGE KATA BÁR
KATA RÚPE KATA BÁR


Throughout the ages
in myriad ways
in myriad forms
I have loved You Lord
and You alone.

Have You forgotten
those sweet rare moments
of love intoxication?

What was a seed
is now a bud.
The mango tree
bursts into flower and fruit.

Sweet love
like a surging sea
breaks into a rising flow tide.

What was hidden in the depths of mind
is now scattered in woods and glades.

In the smiling flower grove
the buds of my mind
have blossomed
into beauteous floral blooms.






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