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EI NIYE SHUDHU BENCE THÁKÁ
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JAD́A O CETAN JATA AŃUMAN
JIIVAN SABÁR E CHAKE ÁNKÁ
EI NIYE SHUDHU BENCE THÁKÁ
ÁSITE CÁINI BOLÁ NÁHI JÁY
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ÁSITE CÁINI BOLÁ NÁHI JÁY
KEHOI THÁKIÁ JÁITE NÁ PÁI
ÁSÁ JÁOÁR E NITYA LIILÁY
GHARGHARI CALE RATHA CÁKÁ
EI NIYE SHUDHU BENCE THÁKÁ
TARU SHYÁMALIMÁ RAVI RAKTIMÁ
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TARU SHYÁMALIMÁ RAVI RAKTIMÁ
ÁSHÁKÁSHE JYOTSNÁ MADHURIMÁ
BHÁŚÁY JÁHÁRE DITE NÁRE SIIMÁ
SE PRABHU RACE E KUHELIKÁ
THÁKÁ NÁ THÁKÁR E PRAHELIKÁ
EI NIYE SHUDHU BENCE THÁKÁ
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EI NIYE SHUDHU BENCE THÁKÁ
Coming and going, wishing and gaining,
with only these, I survive.
Living and non-living beings,
microcosms,
each life,
is marked on this sketch.
It is difficult to say that I do not want to come.
Some people staying do not want to go.
With this eternal game of coming and going,
the wheels of the cart rotate and rattle,
enveloped by the Cosmic mind.
The greenness of trees,
the redness of the sun,
the sweetness of moonlight in the sky of hopes -
the Lord who has created this foggy riddle and its language is unlimited.