SÁGAR BELÁY
JHINUK KUŔIE CALI
BOJHÁ BEŔE GELE, BHÁR MANE HOLE
SINDHUR SALILE PHELI
ETA DIN JATA KARE GECHI KÁJ
ETA DIN JATA KARE GECHI KÁJ
ETA DIN JATA KARE GECHI KÁJ
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ETA DIN JATA KARE GECHI KÁJ
KÁJER CEYEO HOECHE AKÁJ
PARE BEŔIECHI MITHYÁR SÁJ
SATYA KE GECHI BHULI
BOJHÁ BEŔE GELE, BHÁR MANE HOLE
SINDHUR SALILE PHELI
ÁJ BUJHIÁCHI JHINUKE HOVE NÁ
ÁJ BUJHIÁCHI JHINUKE HOVE NÁ
ÁJ BUJHIÁCHI JHINUKE HOVE NÁ
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ÁJ BUJHIÁCHI JHINUKE HOVE NÁ
MUKTÁ SHUKTI SAHAJE MELE NÁ
RÚPA SÁYARER ARÚPA CETANÁ
RAYE GECHE CÁPÁ BÁLI.
BOJHÁ BEŔE GELE, BHÁR MANE HOLE
SINDHUR SALILE PHELI
SÁGAR BELÁY
JHINUK KUŔIE CALI
BOJHÁ BEŔE GELE
BHÁR MANE HOLE
SINDHUR SALILE PHELI
On the sea sore, I went to pick up shells. The load increased, mind felt unbearable and I
thew away all into the ocean water. All the days whatever actions I continued performing
in place of work, it was wasteful job. Surrounded by false transient items, I had
forgotten the truth. Today I understood, shells would not work, it is not easy to get the
pearl in the shells. In the ocean of forms, the formless conciousness, remains suppressed
under the sand.