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1625 (21/07/1984) D



NIYE ÁMÁY E VISHVAMAYA
LIILÁ KARE TUMI CALECHO

BOJHÁ NÁ JÁY HE LIILÁMAYA
KII SUKHA ETE TUMI PEYECHO
LIILÁ KARE TUMI CALECHO

DIYECHO MADHU KORAKE SHUDHU
PHULETE MANETE DÚYETE
NIT́HUR BANDHU MARUR DHU DHÚ
HRDAYE DIYECHO JVALITE
LIILÁR DHÁRÁY BOLO ÁMÁY
ETA DÚRE KENO RAYECHO
LIILÁ KARE TUMI CALECHO

CÁI NÁ ÁMI BUJHITE TOMÁY
D́ÁKINÁ KONO PÁOÁR ÁSHÁY
CÁI DEKHITE OTA PROTE
ÁMÁY TOMÁR KARE NIYECHO
LIILÁ KARE TUMI CALECHO
NIYE ÁMÁY E VISHVAMAYA
LIILÁ KARE TUMI CALECHO


O embodiment of the universe,
taking me along,
You keep performing Your divine play.

O embodiment of this game,
what pleasure do You derive from it?

You pour honey
into the core of minds and flowers.
Yet mercilessly,
You burn hearts and deserts too.

Tell me why, in the flow of this divine game,
You have remained far away.

I do not want to understand You,
I do not call You with the expectation of attainment.

I only want to see You make me Your own,
in both individual and collective life.








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