PS 4309
KE SUJANA THA'KE KOTHA'Y NIIPA VIITHIKA'Y KEKA' KAYE
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Roman script
SE SUJAN THÁKE KOTHÁY THÁKE KOTHÁY
NIIP VIITHIKÁY KEKÁ KAHE JÁY BUJHE UT́HÁ DÁY TÁR? LIILÁY THÁKE KOTHÁY
UDAYÁCALE ARUŃA VARŃE SE JE HESE JÁY MÁKHÁNO SVARŃE JIIVANER VÁŃII KI MAMATÁY THÁKE KOTHÁY
YUGE YUGE SE JE ÁSE ÁR JÁY TÁRAK BRAHMA NÁME DHARÁ DEY DESHA KÁLA SÁTHE NIJERE CHONYÁY TABU DESHE KÁLE NÁHI JAŔÁY THÁKE KOTHÁY
SE SUJAN THÁKE KOTHÁY THÁKE KOTHÁY
Translation
Where is that Grand Person? In the niip lane, the peacock goes on saying, it is hard to understand His illusive game, liila’. In the crimson colour of the eastern sky, He goes on smiling smearing golden hue. He goes on telling into all ears the message of life with much affection. He continues coming and going in ears after eras. The world give Him a name, Ta’rakabrahma. Touching His own self with time and place, but not entangled with place and time.
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