PRABHÁT ESECHE CALE BADDHA DUÁR KHULE
MANER MÁDHURII LATÁ TÁHÁTE JAD́ÁTE CÁY
NAVÁRUŃER ÁLO NAYANE LÁGE JE BHÁLO
LÁJ BHAYA ÁVILATÁ SE ÁLE MISHE JÁY
MANER MÁDHURII LATÁ TÁHÁTE JAD́ÁTE CÁY
NIRMALA JYOTI RÁSHI MARME PASHIYÁ JÁY
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NIRMALA JYOTI RÁSHI MARME PASHIYÁ JÁY
ASMITÁ HOYE HÁRÁ SE JYOTITE MURCHÁY
MEGH NÁI KONO KHÁNE MANERA NIBHRITA KOŃE
SE JYOTI AMIYA GIITI BHÁSE CITI ALAKÁY
MANER MÁDHURII LATÁ TÁHÁTE JAD́ÁTE CÁY
JÁHÁKE D́EKECHI NIYATA BELÁY ABELÁY
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JÁHÁKE D́EKECHI NIYATA BELÁY ABELÁY
YUGE YUGÁNTARE DHULI BHARÁ E DHARÁY
SE ÁJ NIJEI ÁSI BOLE JÁY BHÁLOBÁSI
SATATA SAUNGE ÁCHI, BHULO NÁ KABHU ÁMÁY
MANER MÁDHURII LATÁ TÁHÁTE JAD́ÁTE CÁY
PRABHÁT ESECHE CALE BADDHA DUÁR KHULE
MANER MÁDHURII LATÁ TÁHÁTE JAD́ÁTE CÁY
The morning keeps coming opening the closed door. The sweet mental creeper wants to get
entangled with that. The eyes like the illumination of the new sun, all the shyness, fear
and impurities go on merging into that effulgence. The bright rays of light go on entering
the core of the mind. The ego gets lost fainting into that effulgence. Within the isolated
corners of the mind, there are no clouds anywhere. That glow, the song of nectar, appears
in the mental heaven. The One, Whom I have been calling constantly without consideration
of time, since eras after eras on this earth, full of dust, He Himself came today and
tells with love, “I am constantly with you, never forget me”.