PS 4010
PU'RVA'KA'SHE ARUN' HA'SE NEIKO A'NDHA'R RA'TE
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PÚRVA ÁKÁSHE ARUŃA HÁSE NEIKO ÁNDHÁR RÁTA
KÁSHER PHÚLE SHISHIR DOLE SHARATERA PRABHÁT NEIKO ÁNDHÁR RÁTA
MANER KATHÁ BOLI KÁKE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ MANER KATHÁ BOLI KÁKE SÁDÁ MEGHE NÁ SHIULIKE KHUNJECHI JÁKE PELUM TÁKE SMVITER PRABHÁT NEIKO ÁNDHÁR RÁTA
SABÁI ÁJI KATHÁ BOLE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ SABÁI ÁJI KATHÁ BOLE KEU HESE KEU HÁSIR CHALE KEU VÁTÁSE DODUL DOLE SARIYE SAḾGHÁTÁ NEIKO ÁNDHÁR RÁTA
PÚRVA ÁKÁSHE ARUŃA HÁSE NEIKO ÁNDHÁR RÁTA
Translation
In the eastern sky, the morning sun smiles, there is no dark night. Over the tall grass dewdrops swing, on the winter mornings. To whom should I speak about my mind, to the white clouds or to the shiulii flowers. The One Whom I was searching, I found Him at the dawn of consciousness. All talk today, some with smile and some other with delusion of smile. Some oscillate on the swing of air, removing the blow.
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