ÁJ KE BHORE PHÚL D́ORE
BÁNDHI ÁSHÁR JHULANÁ
ÚŚÁR ÁLO BÁSALO BHÁLO
BOLALE E KÁJ KORO NÁ
BÁNDHI ÁSHÁR JHULANÁ
MAN JÁHÁ CÁY TÁHÁI JE PÁY
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MAN JÁHÁ CÁY TÁHÁI JE PÁY
EMAN KABHU DEKHECHI KII
MAN TÁ NÁ PÁY JÁ SE NÁ CÁY
EMAN KAKHANO HOY KII
ÁSHÁR JHULANÁTE JHULANÁ
BHEUNGE JÁBEKALPANÁ
BÁNDHI ÁSHÁR JHULANÁ
ÁSHÁ MARUR MARIICIKÁ
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ÁSHÁ MARUR MARIICIKÁ
DAGDHA BHÁLER KRŚŃA T́IKÁ
SAHAJ PATHE TÁRE PETE
EGIYE JÁO JÁL BUNO NÁ
BÁNDHI ÁSHÁR JHULANÁ
This morning,
with the string of flowers,
I threaded a swing.
The crimson light lovingly told me not to do that work.
Whatever the mind wants, it obtains.
Have You ever noticed that?
Whatever the mind does not want, it does not get either.
Does it really happen like that?
Do not oscillate on the swing of hope,
my expectations would break.
My hope is like a mirage in the desert,
it is the black spot on a burnt forehead.
To attain Him move,
move forward on a simple and straight path,
do not weave the web of imaginations.