4125 (01/08/1987) D

ESECHILE MANE KON SE PHÁGUNE
BHÚLE GECHI TÁR TITHI KÁLA
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ESECHILE MANE KON SE PHÁGUNE
BHÚLE GECHI TÁR TITHI KÁLA
VASANTA RÁGE BHÁVE ANURÁGE
RACECHILE KII SE MÁYÁ JÁLA
BHÚLE GECHI TÁR TITHI KÁLA

AMÁNISHÁ MÁJHE ENE PÚRŃIMÁ
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AMÁNISHÁ MÁJHE ENE PÚRŃIMÁ
BRIHATE T́ÁNILE ÁMÁR AŃIMÁ
BOLILE CETANÁTE TAVA TANIMÁ
SINDHUTE HOVE UTTÁLA
BHÚLE GECHI TÁR TITHI KÁLA

TÁR PAR KATA SROT BAYE GECHE
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TÁR PAR KATA SROT BAYE GECHE
VYAVADHÁNE SMRITI MALIN HOYECHE
MANER GAHANE TABU KE KAHICHE
SE PRIYA MÁNE NÁ KÁLÁKÁLA
BHÚLE GECHI TÁR TITHI KÁLA

ESECHILE MANE KON SE PHÁGUNE
BHÚLE GECHI TÁR TITHI KÁLA

O Lord, during which spring You had come into the mind, I have forgotten the date and time
of that. With loving feeling, and hue of spring, what a web of delusion You had created.
During dark night, You brought full moon, You pulled my smallness into Great. You told
“ your slimness in consciousness would be vibrant in ocean”. After that numerous
streams flowed away. Due to obstructions, the memory has faded. But what have You said in
the depth of mind, that Dear does not accept any consideration of time.