SAKÁLE KENO NÁHI ELE
JIIVANE PRADOŚA ELO JE ÁMÁR
JIIVANE PRADOSÁ ELO JE ÁMÁR
JIIVANE PRADOŚA ELO JE ÁMÁR
KÁKALII SHEŚA HOYE GELO
PÁKHIRÁ GHUMÁLO NIIŔE JE JÁHÁR
TOMÁRE D́EKE GECHI SÁRÁ DIN
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TOMÁRE D́EKE GECHI SÁRÁ DIN
TAVA SMRITI SADÁ MANE AMALIN
DIIN ÁMI KŚIIŃA ÁMI NAHI HIIN
ÁMI JE MANE PRÁŃE TOMÁR
JIIVANE PRADOŚA ELO JE ÁMÁR
JIIVANE PRADOŚA ELO JE ÁMÁR
JIIVANE PRADOŚA ELO JE ÁMÁR
ÁSHÁR PARE ÁSHÁ ESE JÁY
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ÁSHÁR PARE ÁSHÁ ESE JÁY
MARMER BHÁVA NÁHI BHÁŚÁ PÁY
JEGE ÁCHI RÁTER TAPASYÁY
YADI ELE DIGVALAYE ÁMÁR.
JIIVANE PRADOŚA ELO JE ÁMÁR
O Lord, why did not You come in the morning, You came at the evening of my life. The
chirping of the birds ended and the birds slept in their respective nests. I continued
calling You whole day, Your memory in the mind remaining bright. Though I am poor, weak
but not deprived since I am wholeheartedly Yours. Hope after hope comes and goes. The
feelings of the mind do not get language. I am awake with night penance, expecting that
You would come to my arena.