PS 4867
KETAKII KESHARA BHA'SE SIKTA SAMIIRE KA'HA'RI TARE
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KETAKII KESHAR BHÁSE SIKTA SAMIIRE KÁHÁRI TARE BOLO KÁHÁRI TARE
KE SE AJÁNÁ PATHIK LIILÁ BHARE HÁSE GHARE BÁHIRE NIIRAVA CARAŃE ÁSE ÁSÁR DHVANI NÁ PÁI VARAŚÁ MUKHAR RÁTE KONO DVIDHÁ BÁDHÁ NÁI APALAKE CEYE THÁKE JABE TÁR PÁNE CÁI
NÁCE CHANDE BHARE KÁHÁRI TARE BOLO KÁHÁRI TARE
MARAŃER KIUNKIŃII, JIIVANER HÁTA CHÁNI EK SÁTHE KENO THÁKE KÁRAŃ KII NÁHI JÁNI KÁN PETE THEKE JÁI YADI KONO KATHÁ SHUNI ÁBHÁSE JÁNÁYE SE BHÁLOBÁSE MORE KÁHÁRI TARE BOLO KÁHÁRI TARE
KETAKII KESHAR BHÁSE SIKTA SAMIIRE KÁHÁRI TARE BOLO KÁHÁRI TARE
Translation
The fragrant pollen of ketakii floats in moist air, for Who, tell me for Whom? Who is that Unknown Traveler, Who smiles inside and outside full of illusion. He comes with silent feet, I do not get the sound of His arriving footsteps. On this rain resonant night, there is no dilemma or resistance. Whenever I want to see Him, I find with unblinking eyes, full of dance and rhythm. The knell girdle of the death, the gesture of life, why do they exist together, I do not know the reason. I go on listening attentively, if I hear any message. With faint presence, He makes me aware that He loves me.
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