KENO, AMAN KARIYÁ D́EKE CALO
KÚPODAK DIYE DILE TARAUNGA D́HELE
BHÁVÁVEGE KARE UCCHVALO
AMAN KARIYÁ D́EKE CALO
SÁGARER TIIRE CHILUM EKELÁ
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SÁGARER TIIRE CHILUM EKELÁ
JHINUK KÚŔIYE KET́E GECHE BELÁ
DHÚLOBÁLI NIYE KARE GECHI KHELÁ
DEKHINI SINDHU UDDVELO
AMAN KARIYÁ D́EKE CALO
GURU GARJANE SINDHU SARAVA
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GURU GARJANE SINDHU SARAVA
TÁHÁTE MISHIÁ JÁY DHVANI SABA
KŚUDRA PRÁŃER ANIMÁ ÁSAVA
SE MAHÁDHVANITE CANCALO
AMAN KARIYÁ D́EKE CALO
KENO, AMAN KARIYÁ D́EKE CALO
Why do You call me this way?
Giving well water by pouring out waves,
You turn me restless with the impulse of ideation.
I was alone at the shore of the ocean,
passing time picking up shells.
I continued to play with shore sands,
and did not notice the restless ocean.
With a loud roar, the ocean resounded.
In it, all sounds merged.
My meagre heart,
with the nectar of one-pointedness,
became restless by that great roar.