PS 4157
PRABHA'TA ESECHE CALE VADHA DUYA'RA KHULE
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PRABHÁT ESECHE CALE BADDHA DUÁR KHULE MANER MÁDHURII LATÁ TÁHÁTE JAD́ÁTE CÁY
NAVÁRUŃER ÁLO NAYANE LÁGE JE BHÁLO LÁJ BHAYA ÁVILATÁ SE ÁLE MISHE JÁY MANER MÁDHURII LATÁ TÁHÁTE JAD́ÁTE CÁY
NIRMALA JYOTI RÁSHI MARME PASHIYÁ JÁY ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ NIRMALA JYOTI RÁSHI MARME PASHIYÁ JÁY ASMITÁ HOYE HÁRÁ SE JYOTITE MURCHÁY MEGH NÁI KONO KHÁNE MANERA NIBHRITA KOŃE SE JYOTI AMIYA GIITI BHÁSE CITI ALAKÁY MANER MÁDHURII LATÁ TÁHÁTE JAD́ÁTE CÁY
JÁHÁKE D́EKECHI NIYATA BELÁY ABELÁY ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ JÁHÁKE D́EKECHI NIYATA BELÁY ABELÁY YUGE YUGÁNTARE DHULI BHARÁ E DHARÁY SE ÁJ NIJEI ÁSI BOLE JÁY BHÁLOBÁSI SATATA SAUNGE ÁCHI, BHULO NÁ KABHU ÁMÁY MANER MÁDHURII LATÁ TÁHÁTE JAD́ÁTE CÁY
PRABHÁT ESECHE CALE BADDHA DUÁR KHULE MANER MÁDHURII LATÁ TÁHÁTE JAD́ÁTE CÁY
Translation
The morning keeps coming opening the closed door. The sweet mental creeper wants to get entangled with that. The eyes like the illumination of the new sun, all the shyness, fear and impurities go on merging into that effulgence. The bright rays of light go on entering the core of the mind. The ego gets lost fainting into that effulgence. Within the isolated corners of the mind, there are no clouds anywhere. That glow, the song of nectar, appears in the mental heaven. The One, Whom I have been calling constantly without consideration of time, since eras after eras on this earth, full of dust, He Himself came today and tells with love, “I am constantly with you, never forget me”.
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