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4678 (07/01/1990)D


ARUPA RATAN SE MANE MOR DIYECHE DOLÁ
TÁRE KI JÁY GO BHOLÁ

TÁHÁRI SMRITITE JATA MADHU JAMIE TOLÁ
TÁRE KI JÁY GO BHOLÁ

TÁRE DEKHI SURYODAYER CHAT́ÁY
SURYÁSTERI RAKTIMA ÁBHÁY
DÚRER ADÚRER KATHÁ SE SHONÁY
KE JE SE JÁY NÁ BOLÁ
TÁRE KI JÁY GO BHOLÁ

MOR ASTITVA TÁR PRIITIR KORAKA
ÁMÁR ÁSÁ JÁOÁ TÁR ANUPÚRAKA
ÁMÁR BHÁLOBÁSÁ TÁHÁRI DYOTAKA
SE ÁMÁY KARE UTALÁ
TÁRE KI JÁY GO BHOLÁ

ARUPA RATAN SE MANE MOR DIYECHE DOLÁ
TÁRE KI JÁY GO BHOLÁ


The formless, most beautiful gem has swung my mind, how can I forget that? By His memory
all sweetness is accumulated up. I see Him in the beauty of the morning, within the red
hue of the evening, He speaks about far and near, that cannot be forgotten. My existence
is His love of the core. My coming and going is following Him. My love is expressive of
Him. He makes me frenzied.




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