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TOMÁKE SADÁI D́ÁKI, ÁŔÁLE THÁKI
SHONO KI NÁ? MOR KATHÁ

DEVATÁ KAHO NÁ KATHÁ BUJHO KII/NÁ? VYATHÁ
JENE MOR ITIKATHÁ
SHONO KI NÁ MOR KATHÁ

GULBÁGE GUL NITYA PHOT́E
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GULBÁGE GUL NITYA PHOT́E
PÁPŔI PUŔE DHULÁY LOT́E
PÁPŔI ÁMI TAPAN TUMI
JVALANE ÁCHE KI MADHURATÁ
SHONO KI NÁ MOR KATHÁ

REKHECHO MORE KÁNT́ÁY GHIRE
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REKHECHO MORE KÁNT́ÁY GHIRE
JHAINJHÁ JHAŔE TRASTA KARE
E KI GO LIILÁ NIT́HUR KHELÁ
BHEVE MÚKA HOE JE MUKHARATÁ
SHONO KI NÁ MOR KATHÁ

TOMÁKE SADÁI D́ÁKI, ÁŔÁLE THÁKI
SHONO KI NÁ MOR KATHÁ







O Lord, I call You always, staying behind, do You listen to my story? O god, tell me, what
is the problem in Your listening to my history? In the floral garden, flowers bloom every
day. The petals burn and wallow on the ground. I am the petal, You are the sun, what is
the sweetness in burning? You have kept me surrounded by thorns, distressing me with
storms, and cyclones. What a game, lila’, the cruel play, is Yours, thinking of that
the expressions become dumb.