Please let me always look to Thee

(3398) Tomar tare jiivan bhare, geye gechi kata gan priya

Throughout my life, for sake of Thee,
Darling, I've gone on singing many songs.
Perhaps they were not apt in raag or melody;
Maybe they had not been loud enough.

Countless songs I've sung at dawns so many
To draw back the web of night, darkness-replete...
To decorate with morning flowers the mind-sphere,
To make You sit, the One fit to be welcomed.

I've continued singing upon countless evenings
With a lingering sound of Your kind mercy-stream...
Wherever is gotten fused an existential zeal,
There do give me the otherworldly cognition. 

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Affection's drug

(3397) Ganer desher bhomra ese

The Bumblebee of Songland having reached,
What were the words that He did say
In every ear?
Mind's nectar with Him did He take,
From the springtime songs aplenty.

To Him a hindrance no one gave;
At no time did He get ashamed.
Into my garden of psyche,
He had come in secrecy.

When the Bee went away,
Faith of the needy He became.
With wet face at a forest empty,
I had wept in His reverie. 

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Don't turn off the light

(3396) Aloker ei jatrapathe, prabhu tumi saunge theko

On this, the passageway of light,
Oh Lord, stay with me.
If I pause after having set forth,
Alone and helpless, don't leave me.

You'd accompanied in ancient times;
You'd brightened with colors Thine.
At this ill-boding time, girdled by death,
Don't forget this my story.

Also at the path's end You are there;
Existence You have carried per Your liking.
My ego's finish, its peripheral
Borderline's honey, coat that please. 

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Oh Lord it hurts!

(3395) Elo na elo na se ajo

Came He not, came He not, even today;
So did He forget me?
A stream from eyes flows on a hundred ways;
Oh, did He not understand my feelings?

The rain waters are falling without stop;
The mind peacock romps, beholding Him not.
With cloudy boundaries, not His, are daubed
The lines of stibnite like wine love-smeared.

There is not hope in the midst of cloudy collyrium;
There is no light of laughter, there is no tongue.
I beg just His caress, a rhythmic song's affection,
With fest of life in niche of mind hard to reach. 

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Ever unworthy and yet

(3394) Duhkhe sukhe asha nirasha phanke

Twixt grief and gladness, in chinks between hope and despair,
With both gloom and luster my days go by.
At any time Dawn may draw nigh upon the dance stage;
On golden shore might coruscate Your light.

Hey my Lord, I want that You come closer please;
Of all the great pageantry You are the totality.
The essence of essence in all happenings,
You're the bright blue lotus in the Heaven of mind.

I am sinful, and mine is no sadhana, I concede;
For the Supreme Being is no steadfast longing.
Nevertheless, there's no prohibition to come near;
You're the crimson glow on the coast of life.

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Roused from sleep

(3393) Jhainjhavate ghurnivaye tumi esechile

Like a gale, like tornado, You had come;
I had been dozing.
Through cadence and tune on the mental mirror,
Myself You woke up;
I had peered.

All events of the past have I forgotten;
Looking toward a new dawn have I been.
Stories of ancient days, lost memories' torment,
Everything cast adrift I let be.

Stately coming near, words did You utter;
A mental niche hard-to-reach You entered.
Honeyed that contemplation, radiant that awareness,
In that myself I went swimming.

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Our Father Who art on Earth

(3392) Tumi bhalor bhalo sabar mukha ceye

You're better than good, to every look compared;
Crossing the darkness, You have brought light rays.
Through cadence and song, Yourself with smiling face,
By means of love, obstacles You've assailed.

No one is Your stranger, everyone the closest kin;
Everyone the gem of eye, everyone beloved.
In person upon path having alit, thinking of every tale,
With everybody You proceed apace.

Such nocturnal penance on nights of the new moon;
So much pain was repressed, by language refused.
You had been with all, in thought You did pervade;
Those who'd been rolling in dust, upon lap You did take.

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