ARUŃ PRABHÁTE ÁLOK PÁTE
KE TUMI SAHASÁ ELE DILE NÁKO PARICAY
CHILUM GHUM GHORE JÁGÁLE ÁGHÁTE DVÁRE
KONO KATHÁ NÁ KAHIÁ KARILE JIIVAN JAY
DILE NÁKO PARICAY
BUJHITE PÁRINI ÁMI KEMANE ELE
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BUJHITE PÁRINI ÁMI KEMANE ELE
KII BHÁVE MANER ARGAL KHULILE
KŚAŃA TARE DÁNŔÁLE NÁ KE ÁMI SHUDHÁLE NÁ
MANER GAHANE ELE BHULÁLE KÁL SAMAY
DILE NÁKO PARICAY
JE KŚUDRATÁ CHILO MORE GHIRIÁ
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JE KŚUDRATÁ CHILO MORE GHIRIÁ
JE ASMITÁ NAM RÚPE BÁNDHIÁ
JE BÁNDHAN KHULE DILE ÁRO KÁCHE T́ENE NILE
BOLILE BHUMÁR BHÁVE KARO AŃU VINIMAY
DILE NÁKO PARICAY
ARUŃ PRABHÁTE ÁLOK PÁTE
KE TUMI SAHASÁ ELE DILE NÁKO PARICAY
O Lord, with crimson morning, radiating illumination, Who is that You, who came and did
not provide Your acquaintance. I was in deep slumber, You woke me up with knock at the
door. Without telling anything, You made my life victorious. I could not understand, how
did You come. Thinking what You opened the door bolts of my mind? Did not stand even for a
moment, did not ask who am I? You came into the depth of the mind, forgetting the
particular time. The meanness that had surrounded me, the ego that had bound me with name
and form, that bondage You opened, and pulled me closer. You told me to exchange the
microscopic thinking with Cosmic ideation.