KON PRABHÁTE TOMÁR SÁTHE
HOYE CHILO PARICAYA
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HOYE CHILO PARICAYA
SMRITIRA MÁLÁY PHÚLER D́ÁLÁY
NEI TÁ LEKHÁ PRIITIMAYA
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HOYE CHILO PARICAYA
UJÁNE BAY PRÁŃA SARITÁ
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UJÁNE BAY PRÁŃA SARITÁ
JATAI BHÁVI TOMÁR KATHÁ
SAḾVARTANER ANUVARTANE
MAN NECE JÁY CHANDAMAYA
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HOYE CHILO PARICAYA
UŚÁRA ARUŃA RÁGER HOTE
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UŚÁRA ARUŃA RÁGER HOTE
ELE TUMI ÁMÁR CITE
JÁGIYE DILE KII SAMVITE
HE ALAKÁRA GIITIMAYA
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HOYE CHILO PARICAYA
On which morning,
was I introduced to You?
Not today was that.
The loving garland of my memoirs
and the bouquet of flowers
have not been preserved.
The more I think of You
the more the stream of life flows upwards.
Revolving and rotating,
my mind dances on with rhythm.
In the morning's crimson colour,
You entered my mind.
What consciousness did You arise in me!
O embodiment of heavenly song.