4092 (30/06/1987) D (Shiva)


ÁLOKER EI UTSAVE
SABE ÁCHE, TUMI NÁI

GAUNGODAKER ÁSAVE
GAUNGÁDHARE NÁ PÁI
SABE ÁCHE, TUMI NÁI

DHÚRJAT́II JAT́Á MELECHE
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DHÚRJAT́II JAT́Á MELECHE
KÁMPIYE ÁKÁSHA VATÁSE
SABE TÁŃD́AVE DHVANICHE
VRTHÁI VEŃUKÁ BÁJÁI
SABE ÁCHE, TUMI NÁI

TRIKÁL EKETE MILECHE
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TRIKÁL EKETE MILECHE
MATTA ÁVESHE DULICHE
ANÁHATA DHVANI BHÁSICHE
ÁR KENO GÁN GEYE JÁI
SABE ÁCHE, TUMI NÁI

ÁLOKER EI UTSAVE
SABE ÁCHE, TUMI NÁI







O Lord, on this festivity of light, all are present except You. Even in the essence of
Ganges water, I do not find Gangadhar, Shiva. The tufts of Shiva is spread, quivering the
sky and netherworld with the sound of Tand’ava, I uselessly play the flute. All the
three aspects of time merge into One, and with frenzied impulse swings. The internal sound
floats and as such how can I continue singing?