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85 (07/11/1982) D


DIN GULI CALE JÁY
MANER MUKURE SMRITI REKHÁ REKHE JÁY

KABE ESE CHINU BHULIÁ GIYECHI
KENO ESECHINU TÁO NÁJENECHI
MADHU VÁYU BAHE JÁY
ÁLO RÁSHI CHUT́E JÁY
TOMÁR MANER EKT́I KOŃETE
RAYECHE ÁMÁR MAN

TOMÁR HIYÁR EKT́I KAŃÁTE
ÁMI ÁCHI ANUKŚAŃ
SUDHÁ RÁSHI BHESE JÁY
TÁRÁ TAVA SHROTE MURCHÁY
DIN GULI CALE JÁY


The days pass away,
imprinting memories on the mirror of my mind.

When I came, has been forgotten.
Why I came, is also unknown.

The sweet breeze blows,
and endless rays of light rush on and on.

In one corner of Your mind
lies my mind.
In a small portion of Your heart
I hue always.

The sweet nectar floats along,
dissolving into Your current.








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