4567 (07/02/1989) D


COKHE CHILO JALA BHARÁ
COKHE CHILO JALA BHARÁ
COKHE CHILO JALA BHARÁ
SE JAKHAN GELO
KONO KATHÁ KAHILO NÁ
KICHUI SE JÁNÁLO NÁ

PHELE GELO PHUL MÁLÁ
PHELE GELOPHUL MÁLÁ
GENTHE CHILO SE EKELÁ
MARMER D́ORE KUSUME NÁM NÁJÁNÁ
KICHUI SE JÁNÁLO NÁ

VAHITE CHILO JHAT́IKÁ
ÁNDHÁRE D́HÁKÁ VIITHIKÁ
JALE KAJJALE ÁNKÁ
ÁNKHI CHILO UNMANÁ
KICHUI SE JÁNÁLO NÁ

JE YÁMINI GECHE DÚRE
SE SMRITI KARUŃA SURE
KAHE JÁY DHIIRE DHIIRE
KANT́AK BHEDI KALIRAI ÁNÁ GONÁ
VIDHÁTÁR KRPÁ KÁLA GRÁSE D́HALIBE NÁ
KICHUI SE JÁNÁLO NÁ

COKHE CHILO JALA BHARÁ
SE JAKHAN GELO
KONO KATHÁ KAHILO NÁ
KICHUI SE JÁNÁLO NÁ







When He went, the eyes were full of tears. He did not tell anything, did not declare any
thing. He went rejecting the floral garland that I had threaded alone, with the twine of
the core of my heart and unknown flowers. Storm was blowing and the lane was covered with
darkness. Marked with water and darkness, the eyes were restless. That night has gone away
far. That memory in the tune of mercy, goes on telling slowly, that the coming and going
of the bud is through piercing the thorns. The grace of the Controller will not go down
by gulping of the time.