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MAŃI, TUMI SPARSHA MAŃI
SVARŃA KETAN UŔIYE CALO

SPAŚT́A BHÁVE KATHÁ BOLO
VÁK JÁLETE NÁHI GALO
SVARŃA KETAN UŔIYE CALO

BÁHIR BHIITAR EK JÁR NAY
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BÁHIR BHIITAR EK JÁR NAY
CÁTURIITE CHAL KATHÁ KAY
TÁHÁR SVARÚPA TÁR PARICAYA
SABÁR SÁMANE DHARE TOLO
SVARŃA KETAN UŔIYE CALO

KŚUDRA ÁMI KHAJYOYTI SAMA
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KŚUDRA ÁMI KHAJYOYTI SAMA
TOMÁR GARBHE DYUTI MAMA
KUHELIIRI NIKAŚ TAMA
JUJHEI ÁCHI PRÁŃOCCHALO
SVARŃA KETAN UŔIYE CALO

MAŃI, TUMI SPARSHA MAŃI
SVARŃA KETAN UŔIYE CALO







O Lord, the Touch Stone Gem, You go on flying like a glittering golden flag. You speak in
clear words and do not melt by web of languages. Those who do not have same inside and
outside, and speak cleverly the cunning words, their real form and acquaintance, You
expose before all. I am meager, like glow of a worm. My shine is within Your womb. Within
intense dark fog, I struggle overwhelmingly.