PS 4943
KA'JERI PRAHARE KA'NDA KA'HA'RA TARE KON CITACORE
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Roman script
KÁJERI PRAHARE KÁNDO KÁHÁR TARE KON CITACORE BHEVE CALO
REKHÁ KÁJALER REKHÁ KÁJALER LEKHÁ JE JVALE SÁRÁ BHUVANE PRIITI D́HÁLO KON CITACORE BHEVE CALO
TOMÁR VEDANÁ BUJHATE JE PÁRI SÁDHYA NÁI MOR KICHU T́Á BHÁR HARI PRAYÁS KARE JÁO CINTÁ KARI HARI SE AJÁNÁR GUŃA GÁTHÁ BOLO KON CITACORE BHEVE CALO
SAMAYE ASAMAYE KÁJE BHÁVANÁY SAMAYE ASAMAYE KÁJE BHÁVANÁY ÁLOKE ÁNDHÁRE SE PRIYA NECE JÁY VÁTÁS ÁKÁSH BHÁSE TÁRI DYOTANÁY KENDO NÁ ÁNKHI PALLAVA KHOLO KON CITACORE BHEVE CALO
KÁJERI PRAHARE KÁNDO KÁHÁR TARE KON CITACORE BHEVE CALO
Translation
At the time of work, what for do you cry, about which stealer of heart do you go on thinking? Burning the writings sketched in black lines, you pour love into the whole world. Having been able to understand your pain, it is not possible for me to take up any load. Go on trying, thinking of the Lord, and speaking of the glories of that Unknown. In the thoughts and actions, from time to time, during light or shade, that Dear goes on dancing. The sky and air appear with His gestures, do not cry, open your eyelids.
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