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TAVA BHÁLOBÁSÁ KENO ASHRUMÁKHÁ
HE DEVATÁ

TAVA JÁOÁ ÁSÁ KENO AJÁNÁ D́HÁKÁ
BOLO TAVA VÁRTÁ
HE DEVATÁ

DARSHANE VIJINÁNE DHARÁ NÁHI DÁO
ANURODHE UPARODHE BOLO NÁ KII CÁO
SHUDHU BHÁLOBÁSO BHÁLOBÁSITE ÁSO
E KII MADHURATÁ
HE DEVATÁ

AHAḾKÁRE PRASRAYA NÁHI DÁO
RUCI VIKÁRE SUDURE SARÁO
SARAL PRIITITE THÁKO MAMATÁ MÁDHURII MÁKHO
BOJHO VYÁKULATÁ
HE DEVATÁ

TAVA BHÁLOBÁSÁ KENO ASHRUMÁKHÁ
HE DEVATÁ







O divinity,
why is Your love is a tear-filled one?

Why does Your coming and going remain unknown
and why does Your message stay hidden?

You are not to be realised by philosophy and science.
Requests and prayers do not convey what You really want.
You come by the attraction of love only.

And with what sweetness!

You do not pay heed to pride
and do away with the defect of choice.
You stay in simple love,
and bestow the sweetness of affection.

Please do understand this restlessness of mine.