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4738 (04/02/1990) D


ÁMÁR GOPAN KATHÁ
SABAI ÁCHE TAVA JÁNÁ
VYATHÁR UPARE VYATHÁ
ÁR MORE NÁHI DIO

ÁLPANÁ ÁNKÁ PATHE
DALE CALE GELE RATHE
MOR PÁNE NÁ TÁKÁLE
TABU NATI MOR NIO
ÁR MORE NÁHI DIO

CAYAN KARECHI KAMAL
BHARÁ CHILO TÁTE PARIMALA
MESHÁ CHILO TÁTE ÁNKHI JALA
BOLITE SHUDHU TÁKIO
ÁR MORE NÁHI DIO

SANDHYÁ GHANÁYE ELO
MOR PHÚL MLÁNA HOLO
PÁPAŔI KHASIÁ GELO
TABU TUMI MOR PRIYA
ÁR MORE NÁHI DIO

ÁMÁR GOPAN KATHÁ
SABAI ÁCHE TAVA JÁNÁ
VYATHÁR UPARE VYATHÁ
ÁR MORE NÁHI DIO


You know all my secrets.
Anguish following pain,
please don’t give me any more of that.

Along the pin-decorated path
Your chariot bore You away
without a glance toward me.

But You did accept my humble bow.
I selected a lotus filled with fragrant pollen
and mixed it with my tears
asking only that You look my way.

Evening came - a deepening darkness -
my flowers now bedraggled
the petals withering.
But You are still my beloved.


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