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Goes there my Beloved, my sweet Lord, the anklets ringing on His Feet.
I hear the music of His Flute vibrating through the horizons.If ever my cowherd boy should cast a glance behind him, still he only goes forward.
Let my eyes follow the track my Beloved treads.In the twilight hour of the day, with a sweet and serene smile, leading the herds of varied light, my cowherd boy goes.
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/O bujhi Kanu jai nupur diye pai//Shuni charan dhwani dure uthichhe rani/
/Jadi phire takai rakhal shudhu jai//O bujhi Kanu jai nayan jena dhai/
/Je pathe Kanu rai//Godhuli bela sheshe madhur hasi hese/
/Godhan niye jai/ ```From:Sri Chinmoy,AUM — Vol. 1, No. 3, 27 March 1974, Vishma Press, 1974
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