4624 (13/04/1989)


SE PHÁGUN MÁSE PRIYA
TAVA ÁSHE KUSUMER NIRYÁSE
GÁN RACIÁCHILÁM
SÁTHE NIYE TAVA NÁM

DVIDHÁ NÁHI CHILO
BÁDHÁ SARE GELO, EŚAŃÁ AVIRÁM
SÁTHE NIYE TAVA NÁM

PHÁGUNER PHÁGUNERI HAOÁY MAN
MÁTILO MADHUKÁY
TRIDASHER TRYASREŃU TÁY
BHÁVE BHARE DILO BHÚDHÁM
SÁTHE NIYE TAVA NÁM

JIIVANER BÁLUKÁ KAŃÁY
JE SAEKATA KARE RACANÁ
TÁHÁTE ÁNÁ GONÁ CHÁŔILÁM
JÁNITE PRAŃÁM
VARŚER PRATHAM PRAŃÁM
SÁTHE NIYE TAVA NÁM

SE PHÁGUN MÁSE PRIYA
TAVA ÁSHE KUSUMER NIRYÁSE
GÁN RACIÁCHILÁM
SÁTHE NIYE TAVA NÁM







O Dear, in that spring month, with Your hope, with fragrance of flower, I was creating
songs, taking Your name. There was no dilemma, the obstacles were removed, with constant
will. With springy wind of the spring, the mind was frenzied with sweetness. With heavenly
pollen dust, You have filled the earth with ideation. The sand particle of life that
creates desert, leaving the coming and going over that, I offer salutation, the first
salutation of the year.