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921 (01/10/1983) D


ÁMÁR GHARE TUMI ELE
EI ABELÁY PATH BHÚLE
SONÁR TÁRE MÁYÁ JÁLE
E KON LIILÁY RÁMGÁLE
TUMI, E KON LIILÁY RÁMGÁLE
EI ABELÁY PATH BHÚLE

ÁJ, ASIIMER GÁN MADHUTE BHÁSIYÁ JÁY
SIIMÁR SHRUTITE SUDHÁ JE D́HÁLIYÁ DEY
ASIIME SASIIME HENO JÁNÁ
JÁNI KENO BÁ CHAŔÁYE DILE
TUMI, KENO BÁ CHAŔÁYE DILE
EI ABELÁY PATH BHÚLE

ÁJ, SURER SURABHI ANÁMÁ VIMÁNE DHÁY
AJÁNÁ YUGER ÁVESHE MÁTIYÁ JÁY
EI JÁNÁ SHONÁ HIYÁ LENÁ DENÁ
RÚP SÁYARERI KÚLE
CALE, RÚP SÁYARERI KÚLE
EI ABELÁY PATH BHÚLE


You came to my home,
untimely,
as if forgetting Your path.

What illusion did You create,
weaving the web of ma'ya'
with golden threads!

Today, the song of infinity
floats in honey.
It flows into the ears of limitations,
calling forth their nectar.

Why did You engender
a mutual acquaintance
between the limited and the unlimited?

Today, the fragrance of melody
rushes through an unnamed craft.
Its impulse, since ages unknown,
remains ever intoxicated.

This mutual knowing and hearing,
taking and giving of hearts
moves along the banks of the ocean of forms.












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