2460 (11/03/1985) D


MOR KABARIIR MÁLÁ SHUKIYECHE
KANT́HER GÁN THEME GECHE
KRANDAN RATA EI SANDHYÁY
MAN SHUDHU TAVA KRPÁ JÁCE
KANT́HER GÁN THEME GECHE

EK BÁR BOLO KON BHAY NÁHI
SAḾGE RAYECHI THÁKIBO SADÁI
HÁRÁI HÁRÁI EI BHAYA PÁI
ÁSHÁR ÁLOK NIVITECHE
KANT́HER GÁN THEME GECHE

TABUO ÁMI DAMIBO NÁ KABHU
TAVA BHÁVANÁY BALA PÁI PRABHU
JE ÁSHÁR DIIP ÁJ NIVU NIVU
TÁTE GHRITA SALITÁ ESECHE
KANT́HER GÁN THEME GECHE

MOR KABARIIR MÁLÁ SHUKIYECHE
KANT́HER GÁN THEME GECHE







The flowers in my hair have withered.
The song of my voice has stopped.
In this tear-filled evening my mind craves for Your grace.

You once said,
"Do not fear, I am with You,
I shall always remain with You."
And yet, I feel as if losing You.

The light of my hope begins to dim.
But I shall not lose heart.
The thought of You gives me strength.
With new ghee and wick
I re-light this dimming lamp of hope.

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The garland of my chignon has dried up,
the song in my throat has stopped.

On this tearful evening
my mind seeks only Your grace.
Tell me once:

“There is nothing to fear,
I am with you
and will for ever remain”.

Losing time and again,
I get afraid,
the light of my hope becomes extinguished.

Yet, I shall never become subdued.
By Your ideation,
I shall attain strength.

Into the lamp of hope
that today was about to extinguish,
wick and fuel was poured.