3820 (04/11/1986) D


JIIVANE JÁRE SATATA DEKHI
KEMANE BOLO TÁHÁRE D́ÁKI
KON SURE TÁR GÁN GÁI
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SE JE MOR MANE ÁCHE PRATI KŚAŃE
BHULEO BHULITE PÁRI NÁI
KON SURE TÁR GÁN GÁI
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SANDHYÁY DIGVALAYE LUKÁY
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SANDHYÁY DIGVALAYE LUKÁY
CÁNDER HÁSITE BHUVANA BHOLÁY
TÁRAKÁY EKTÁRÁ BÁJÁY
VISMAYÁVESHE SHUDHU TÁKÁI
KON SURE TÁR GÁN GÁI
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PHULER PARÁGE RÁGE ANURÁGE
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PHULER PARÁGE RÁGE ANURÁGE
SAMVIT MOR NIYATA JE JÁGE
ÁKUTI D́HÁLIÁ TÁHÁRI ÁBHOGE
HÁRÁNO MÁDHURII PHIRE PÁI
KON SURE TÁR GÁN GÁI
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JIIVANE JÁRE SATATA DEKHI
KEMANE BOLO TÁHÁRE D́ÁKI
KON SURE TÁR GÁN GÁI
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JIIVANE JÁRE SATATA DEKHI
KEMANE BOLO TÁHÁRE D́ÁKI







The one I see constantly,
how may I call Him? Tell me.
In what melody should I sing His song?

He is present in my mind each moment.
I am unable to forget Him even by mistake.

He hides in the horizon in the evening.
By the smile of the moon the world is forgotten.
The stars play unistring
and I only watch in astonishment.

With the fragrance of flowers in colour and love,
my consciousness remains awake.
Pouring my sincere longing into the pabulum,
I reattain the lost sweetness.