PS 4567
COKHE CHILA JAL BHARA' SE JAKHAN GELA KON KATHA'
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COKHE CHILO JALA BHARÁ COKHE CHILO JALA BHARÁ COKHE CHILO JALA BHARÁ SE JAKHAN GELO KONO KATHÁ KAHILO NÁ KICHUI SE JÁNÁLO NÁ
PHELE GELO PHUL MÁLÁ PHELE GELOPHUL MÁLÁ GENTHE CHILO SE EKELÁ MARMER D́ORE KUSUME NÁM NÁJÁNÁ KICHUI SE JÁNÁLO NÁ
VAHITE CHILO JHAT́IKÁ ÁNDHÁRE D́HÁKÁ VIITHIKÁ JALE KAJJALE ÁNKÁ ÁNKHI CHILO UNMANÁ KICHUI SE JÁNÁLO NÁ
JE YÁMINI GECHE DÚRE SE SMRITI KARUŃA SURE KAHE JÁY DHIIRE DHIIRE KANT́AK BHEDI KALIRAI ÁNÁ GONÁ VIDHÁTÁR KRPÁ KÁLA GRÁSE D́HALIBE NÁ KICHUI SE JÁNÁLO NÁ
COKHE CHILO JALA BHARÁ SE JAKHAN GELO KONO KATHÁ KAHILO NÁ KICHUI SE JÁNÁLO NÁ
Translation
When He went, the eyes were full of tears. He did not tell anything, did not declare any thing. He went rejecting the floral garland that I had threaded alone, with the twine of the core of my heart and unknown flowers. Storm was blowing and the lane was covered with darkness. Marked with water and darkness, the eyes were restless. That night has gone away far. That memory in the tune of mercy, goes on telling slowly, that the coming and going of the bud is through piercing the thorns. The grace of the Controller will not go down by gulping of the time.
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