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497 (10/05/1983) D


SÚRYA UT́HECHE TAMAH NÁSHIYÁCHE
ÁKÁSH HESECHE RÚPÁLOKE
SHATEK YUGER LÁINCHANÁ BHÁR
BHÁSIYÁ GIYÁCHE SE ÁLOKE
ÁKÁSH HESECHE RÚPÁLOKE

ÁLOR SÁGARE TÚPHÁN ESECHE
SAKAL JAD́ATÁ NIIRAVE SARECHE
SAKAL KÁLIMÁ MUKH LUKÁYECHE
JYOTIRIISH TAVA LIILÁ DEKHE
ÁKÁSH HESECHE RÚPÁLOKE

KÁLO YAVANIKÁ SE ÁLOTE LIIN
KRIŚŃA ÁKÁSH HOYECHE SUNIIL
SAB AVICÁR SAB ANÁCÁR BHAYE
BHAYE DEKHE SE DYUTI KE
ÁKÁSH HESECHE RÚPÁLOKE


The sun has arisen.
Darkness has vanished.

The sky has smiled
into the light of beauteous forms.

The heavy load of sorrows and humiliations
of a hundred ages
has melted into that light.

The tidal waves
of the ocean of light
have emerged.

All inertness has been silently removed.
All blemishes have hidden their face.
To see Your divine sport.
O Lord of effulgence.

The deep black curtain now merges into that light.
The black cloud has become deep blue.

All injustice, all corruption
tremble in fear seeing that..
seeing that dazzling effulgence.







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