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3852 (29/11/1986)


DÚRER MÁYÁY SUR BHESE JÁY
TUMI, GÁNER DOLÁY DULE CALECHO

ÁKÁSHE PÁTÁLE ANALE ANILE
MÁDAKATÁ DHELE DIYECHO
KEU TOMÁR PAR NAY KEU NAY DÚRER
SABÁI ÁPANÁR SABÁI NIKAT́ER
SABÁR MANE TUMI SABÁI TOMÁR MANER
LIILÁR VASUDHÁ RACE CALECHO

JE SURER NEI ÁDI NEIKO ANTA
SEI TUMI ANÁDI CIDÁNANDA
ASHÁNTA ÚRMITE CIRA SHÁNTA
ANURÁGE DHRÁ DIYECHO
DÚRER MÁYÁY SUR BHESE JÁY
TUMI, GÁNER DOLÁY DULE CALECHO


The melody goes on floating in the distant illusion of ma’ya’. You go on oscillating
in the swing of song. You have poured charm in the sky, nether world, fire and air. Nobody
is alien for You. None is away, all are own and near. You are in all minds and all are
within Your mind. Through Your charming illusive game, liila, You go on creating the
world. The melody, which has no beginning or end, that is You beginning less, bliss and
consciousness. Within restless waves, You are ever tranquil, and get into folds by love.


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