ARUP KOTHÁY CHILE
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GIITE JAGATE MÁTÁLE
DHVANITE CHANDA ÁNILE
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CHILO NÁ NIDÁGH CHILO NÁ VARAŚÁ
CHILO NÁ SHARAT SHISHIRE SARASÁ
CHILO NÁKO KEU SHONÁTE BHAROSÁ
KÁLÁTIITE GHUME CHILE
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HEMANTA SHIITA VASANTA KEU
MARMA MÁJHÁRE JÁGÁT NÁ D́HEU
KEHOI HARAŚE KARER PARASHE
BÁJÁT NÁ VIIŃÁ SURE TÁLE
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ARUP KOTHÁY CHILE
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Where were You when in a formless state?
And when did You come within form and name?
Intoxicating the world,
You brought rhythm to sound.
There had been no summer heat,
nor rain, nor winter nor dew.
There was no one to confidentially convey my mind to,
as You had been revolving in an arena beyond time.
Whether in autumn, spring or during the cold season,
there was no awakening of waves in the inner core.
There was nobody to play the viina
with the joyful touch of hands.