1945 (11/10/1984) D


NIIL SAROVARE AJÁNÁ PRAHARE
PHÚT́E CHILE TUMI MANO MUKURE

HE CITKAMAL SNIGDHA KOMAL
BHARE ÁCHO MORE BAHIRANTARE
PHÚT́E CHILE TUMI MANO MUKURE

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PHÚT́E CHILE TUMI MANO MUKURE

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PHÚT́E CHILE TUMI MANO MUKURE

NIIL SAROVARE AJÁNÁ PRAHARE
PHÚT́E CHILE TUMI MANO MUKURE







On the blue lake,
for an unknown period of time,
You bloomed in the mirror of my mind.

As soft mental lotus,
You filled my outside and inside.

O entity from an unknown realm,
You remain ever recognised.

You do not heed any obstruction.
Intuition knows this.

O Lord of all pilgrimage,
At Your feet,
again and again,
I offer my salutation.

Amongst my own ones,
You are the closest.
You are absolutely my own.
You are my nearest one.

Crowned with smiling and sweet campa flowers,
You scatter Yourself in hundreds of streams.