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PS 4572

ÁSABE BOLE GELE CALE ELE NÁKO ÁR GHARE ELE NÁ ÁMÁR

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ÁSABE BOLE GELE CALE ELE NÁKO ÁR GHARE ELE NÁ ÁMÁR

MANER MAYUR KÁLER KEUR SÁKŚII ÁCHE TÁR ELE NÁKO ÁR GHARE ELE NÁ ÁMÁR

BOLE GELE BHORER ÁLO SE PRIYA JE BÁSE BHÁLO ÁRO PRIITIR PRADIIP JVÁLO DHYÁN DHARE JÁO TÁR ELE NÁKO ÁR GHARE ELE NÁ ÁMÁR

BOLE GELO SANDHYÁ TÁRÁ SE PRIYA HOBE NÁ HÁRÁ MANER MAŃIKOT́HÁY SE BHARÁ ÁNANDA ÁGÁR ELE NÁKO ÁR GHARE ELE NÁ ÁMÁR

ÁSABE BOLE GELE CALE ELE NÁKO ÁR GHARE ELE NÁ ÁMÁR

Translation

O Lord, telling that You would return, You went away and did not come back to my home. The peacock of my mind and the armlet of time are witness to that. The morning light had told that the Who loves, for Him, kindle more lamp of love and continue meditating on Him. The evening star told, that the Dear would not be lost, He is filled in the casket of the mind, as storehouse of the bliss.

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