585 (06/06/1983) K


JE PHÚL PHÚT́ECHE MOR MANER GABHIIRE
TÁKE REKHE DÁO TAVA CARAŃ KAMAL PARE
JE DIIP SUNANDITA TOMÁREI GHIRE GHIRE
TÁRI LÁGI JATA KÁNDÁ HÁSÁ
VIMUKTA SEI BHÁLOBÁSÁ

ATIITER ITIHÁSE SHOŚAŃER NÁG PÁSHE
ATYÁCÁRE JABE AVANIIR ÁLO NÁSHE
PARAM PURUŚ TABE ÁSE
MÚK MUKHE JÁGÁIÁ ÁSHÁ
VIMUKTA SEI BHÁLOBÁSÁ

NANDAN VAN MANTHAN KARE ESE THÁKO
SUDHÁR SURABHITE NIJERE GHIRIÁ RÁKHO
KÁKEO KABHU TUMI AVAHELÁ KARO NÁKO
SABÁR LÁGIYÁ TAVA ÁSHÁ
VIMUKTA SEI BHÁLOBÁSÁ

HIYÁ MÁJHE T́ENE NÁO MADHU MÁKHÁ COKHE CÁO
RÚPE RÁGE BHARE DÁO ÁSHÁ,


VIMUKTA SEI BHÁLOBÁSÁ







Kindly keep on Your lotus feet,
the flowers that bloomed
in the depth of my mind.

Much weeping and many smiles
were poured out from the lamp
that glowed around You.

When, during the serpentine noose of past history,
the light on earth
became destroyed by terror,
Supreme Consciousness (Parama Purus'a) arrived,
to arouse hope on a dumb face.

You came,
churning my heavenly garden.
You keep Yourself surrounded
by the fragrance of nectar.

You never ignore anyone,
Your aspirations are meant for everyone.
With a sweetness absorbed look,
You draw all into Your heart.

You fill with beauty and colour
the love
that is free from expectation.