3845 (23/11/1986)


NIRMALA NIILÁKÁSHE MAINJULA JYOTI BHÁSE
PRÁŃER ÁVESHE KE SE GÁY

ÁDI ANTA HIIN ASHEŚE HOYE LIIN
MANER MÁDHURII D́HELE JÁY
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SPANDITA MANDRITA KARE DEY CARÁCAR
NANDITA VANDITA SE JE PRIYA SABÁKÁR
MÚRTA AMRT RTA TRIDASHER SUDHÁSÁR
MANER KŚUDRATÁ BHOLÁY
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UNCU NIICU CHOT́A BAŔ NEI TÁR ABHIMÁN
KÁLA THALA? VIDDVAN MÚRKHER ABHIJINÁNA
SABÁKÁR SAMÁHÁR SE JE PRABHU SUMAHÁN
BHÁLOBESE RABHASE NÁCÁY
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NIRMALA NIILÁKÁSHE MAINJULA JYOTI BHÁSE
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In the clear blue sky,
beautiful moonlight appears.
Who is He,
singing with heartfelt impulse?

The one without beginning or end,
merges into infinity,
and pours out mental sweetness.

He who keeps oscillating and vibrating the entire world,
is pleasing and revered by all.
The real and materialised essence of heavenly nectar
makes the meanness of mind be forgotten.

He has no discriminatory feeling for high or low,
or small or big,
no consideration for time and place,
He differentiates not between wise or fool.
As aggregate of all,
that Lord is indeed Great.
By the upsurge of His love,
He makes everyone dance.
And by the pulse of His heart,
He sings.