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BUJHE GECHI TUMI PRIYA
SAHAJE DEBE NÁ DHARÁ

TUMI JE BHÁLOBÁSO
BHEVE HOI ÁPAN HÁRÁ
SAHAJE DEBE NÁ DHARÁ

TUMI SHARAT ÁMI SHISHIR
TUMI SINDHU ÁMI JE NIIRA
TOMÁR TARE ÁMI ADHIIR
DHARÁ HOLO ANDHA KÁRÁ
SAHAJE DEBE NÁ DHARÁ

DIYE CHILUM ÁMÁR ÁMI
HOYE GELUM TOMÁR TUMI
ÁBÁR KENO VRTHÁ BHRAMI
PETE PRIITIR PRIYA PASARÁ
SAHAJE DEBE NÁ DHARÁ

BUJHE GECHI TUMI PRIYA
SAHAJE DEBE NÁ DHARÁ







O Dear Lord, I have understood that You cannot come into folds easily. Thinking that You
love, I lose myself. You are the autumn and I am dew drop, You are ocean and I am water. I
am restless for You, the world has become dark prison for me. I have given You my own
“I” feeling, and become Your “you”. This time, why should I wander uselessly
having found the article of love of the dear?