898 (23/09/1983) D


TOMÁKE CÁICHI JATA JÁO JE SARE
E KII TAVA LIILÁ
ÁMÁR HOYE NÁ JE SHEŚ CALÁ
E KII TAVA LIILÁ

SHROTER T́ÁNE JÁCCHI BHESE
T́HEKCHI SHEŚE SAMUDRE ESE
SE KHANEO SHEŚ NÁHIJE
D́HEUER PARE D́HEU ÁSE
TOMÁR ANTA VIHIIN E KII KHELÁ
E KII TAVA LIILÁ

JHAŔER MUKHE KHAŔER MATA
JÁCCHI DESHE DESHÁNTARE JATA
DESHERO SIIMÁR SHEŚE
KLÁNTI ÁSE AVASHEŚE
MOR E GLÁNI KŚAMÁ KARO
BOJHO VYATHÁ NÁBOLÁ
E KII TAVA LIILÁ







However much I long for You,
I keep wondering what a game of Yours this is.

My movement never comes to an end.
In the flow of the stream,
I continue floating,
eventually reaching the sea.
And yet, there too, I do not find an end.
Wave after wave overwhelms me.

What an endless game of Yours is this?
Like straw in a storm,
I float from place to place.
And at the end,
I am overcome with fatigue.

This agony of mine please excuse.
Understand my silent pain.

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My wanting You,
does not pause.
What a game of Yours is this?
My movement never comes to an end.

In the flow of the stream I continue floating,
and at the end, I attain the sea.
And yet, there also I do not find the end,
waves after waves are coming before me.

What an endless game of Yours is this?
Like a straw caught in a storm
I go on floating from place to place.
And in the end, even fatigue comes.

This agony of mine please excuse,
understand my silent pain.