PS 4381
SAVA'I JAKHAN GHUMIYECHILA ATALA ANANTA TIMIRE
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SABÁI JAKHAN GHUMIE CHILO ATAL ANANTA TIMIRE
EKLÁ TUMI JEGE CHILE TAMASÁ SÁGARE ATAL ANANTA TIMIRE
KEU CHILO NÁ KAITE KATHÁ CHILO AKHAND́A MAONATÁ CHILO NÁ AŃUR VYÁKULATÁ TOMÁY PETE PARÁŃ BHARE ATAL ANANTA TIMIRE
SE SAB KATHÁ BHÁVATE GELE NIJEKE JÁI JE BHULE KISER MÁYÁY LIILÁR CHALE BHÁVATE TUMI KÁRE ATAL ANANTA TIMIRE
TOMÁR TARE BHÁVER GHORE PÁI NE BHEVE KEMAN KARE CHILE EKÁ BADDHA GHARE RUDDHA KARE DVÁRE ATAL ANANTA TIMIRE
Translation
O Lord, when all were sleeping in the infinite, deep darkness, singularly, You were awake in the ocean of darkness. There war none to speak, only constant silence was there. There was no restlessness of microcosm to attain You wholeheartedly. Thinking of all that, I forget myself. By what delusive charm, what were You thinking? For You, with intense depth, how can I think? You were alone in the closed house, bolting the door.
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