ÁSHÁ KARE CHILUM KATA
TOMÁY GHIRE GHIRE
HE PRIYA MOR KOMAL KAT́HOR
TUCCHA BHÁVILE TÁRE
TOMÁY GHIRE GHIRE
BHEVE CHILUM ÁSABE KHULI
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BHEVE CHILUM ÁSABE KHULI
BADDHA GHARER ÁGALA GULI
PÁVO TOMÁR CARAŃA DHULI
ANDHAKÁRER MANDIRE
TOMÁY GHIRE GHIRE
CEYE CHILUM DIIRGHA NISHÁR
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CEYE CHILUM DIIRGHA NISHÁR
ÁSABE PARE MARICI SÁR
PUNJIBHUTA SAḾSKÁR ÁMÁR
SARE JÁBE ACIRE
TOMÁY GHIRE GHIRE
ÁSHÁ KARE CHILUM KATA
TOMÁY GHIRE GHIRE
How much have I aspired around You, O my Dear, Soft and Hard, You neglected them. I
thought that You would come opening the door bolts of the closed house. And I would get
You feetdust in the temple of darkness. I had thought after the long night, the sun would
come and my accumulated reactive momentas, sam’ska’ras, would be removed immediately.