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DURDAM VÁTE GHÁTE PRATIGHÁTE
KOTHÁ JÁY TÁHÁ NÁ JÁNI
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KATA BÁR RAVI D́OBE ÁR OT́HE
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KATA BÁR RAVI D́OBE ÁR OT́HE
RAUNGIIN ÁLOK JALADHITE LOT́E
VARŚER REKHÁ ENKE LALÁT́E
ÁSE JÁY DIVÁ RAJANII
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EI BHÁLO MOR SHUDHU PATH CALÁ
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EI BHÁLO MOR SHUDHU PATH CALÁ
SHUNE DEKHE JÁOÁ KICHU NÁHI BOLÁ
BHULE THÁKÁ JATA JIIVANER JVÁLÁ
NÁ MENE VAJRA ASHANI
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Into the blue water flow,
the boat of my mind keeps floating.
Facing untameable blows and counterblows of the wind,
I do not know where it is moving toward.
Many a times the sun sets and again rises,
its colourful light reflecting on the sea.
Marking the line of rain on my forehead,
days and nights come and go.
I move solitarily on the path,
observing and listening without speaking,
forgetting all the pain of life,
oblivious of lightning and thunder.