791 (25/08/1983) K


ELE MOHAN TÁLE
SURE LAYE E KII MÁYÁJÁLE RACILE
GELE MARMA NIYE GELE
SHEŚA KATHÁ NÁHI BOLE GELE
SURE LAYE E KII MÁYÁJÁLE RACILE

DÚRER NIIHÁRIKÁ, CANDAN MÁKHÁ
MANER MAYUR SETHÁ MELECHE JE PÁKHÁ
VÁŃII VITÁNE KUINJE KUINJE
MANER DEULE E KII SUDHÁ JHARÁLE
SURE LAYE E KII MÁYÁJÁLE RACILE

ESO GO UNMADA VÁYA
MANER MADHUP JENO TOMÁ PÁNE DHÁYA
HARÁNOR SMRITI KHÁNI TOMÁ PÁYE DOBO DÁNI
HIYÁR VEDANÁ ÁNI KÚL BHÁUNGÁ AKULE
SURE LAYE E KII MÁYÁJÁLE RACILE







You came with enchanting rhythm,
melody and tunes!
What sort of illusory web did You create?

You left, taking with You the core of my being
and not pronouncing the last word.

The distant nebula is painted with sandal paste.
It is there
that my mental peacock spreads its wings.

What sort of nectar did You pour,
into the garden of words, into each and every bush
and into mental temples?

Come into the frenzied wind
that my mental bee may rush unto You.

The lost memories of my past,
I shall offer You.

O eternal bestower,
You float all pains of my heart into the unlimited.