133. The Brigs of Ayr by Robert Burns THE SIMPLE Bard, rough at the rustic plough, Learning his tuneful trade from ev’ry bough; The chanting linnet, or the mellow thrush, Hailing the setting sun, sweet, in the green thorn bush; The soaring lark, the perching red-breast shrill,
My sorrow has sailed across a boundless sea এবার দুঃখ আমার অসীম পাথার Ebar dukkho amar oshim pathar My sorrow has sailed across a boundless sea It has now come to rest at your feet And found the essence of joy For so long have my tears flowed, unbridled Why they flowed, I had not a clue Who strung them together today In a garland of teardrops for you
He is the source of light in all luminous objects. He is beyond the darkness of matter and is unmanifested. He is knowledge, He is the object of knowledge, and He is the goal of knowledge. He is situated in everyone's heart.
38. Epitaph on my Ever Honoured Father by Robert Burns O YE whose cheek the tear of pity stains, Draw near with pious rev’rence, and attend! Here lie the loving husband’s dear remains, The tender father, and the gen’rous friend; The pitying heart that felt for human woe, The dauntless heart that fear’d no human pride; The friend of man-to vice alone a foe; For “ev’n his failings lean’d to virtue’s side.” 1
306. Election Ballad at close of Contest for representing the Dumfries Burghs, 1790 by Robert Burns FINTRY, my stay in wordly strife, Friend o’ my muse, friend o’ my life, Are ye as idle’s I am? Come then, wi’ uncouth kintra fleg, O’er Pegasus I’ll fling my leg, And ye shall see me try him.
Lament For Culloden by Robert Burns The lovely lass o' Inverness, Nae joy nor pleasure can she see; For e'en and morn she cries, "Alas!" And ay the saut tear blins her ee: Drumossie moor—Drumossie day— A waefu' day it was to me! For there I lost my father dear, My father dear, and brethren three.
235. Song—The Fall of the Leaf by Robert Burns THE LAZY mist hangs from the brow of the hill, Concealing the course of the dark-winding rill; How languid the scenes, late so sprightly, appear! As Autumn to Winter resigns the pale year.
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Here comes the tide to silted shores এবার তোর মরা গাঙে বান এসেছে ebar tor mawra gange baan eshechhe Here comes the tide to silted shores Aflood is the river in deluge Time to wish Godspeed and set sail
Although the Supersoul appears to be divided among all beings, He is never divided. He is situated as one. Although He is the maintainer of every living entity, it is to be understood that He devours and develops all.
391. A Tippling Ballad—When Princes and Prelates, etc. by Robert Burns WHEN Princes and Prelates, And hot-headed zealots, A’ Europe had set in a low, a low, The poor man lies down, Nor envies a crown, And comforts himself as he dow, as he dow, And comforts himself as he dow.
431. Song—Robert Bruce’s March to Bannockburn by Robert Burns SCOTS, wha hae wi’ WALLACE bled, Scots, wham BRUCE has aften led, Welcome to your gory bed, Or to Victorie!
34. Remorse: A Fragment by Robert Burns OF all the numerous ills that hurt our peace, That press the soul, or wring the mind with anguish Beyond comparison the worst are those By our own folly, or our guilt brought on: In ev’ry other circumstance, the mind
302. Elegy on Willie Nicol’s Mare by Robert Burns PEG NICHOLSON was a good bay mare, As ever trod on airn; But now she’s floating down the Nith, And past the mouth o’ Cairn.
Duncan Gray by Robert Burns Duncan Gray cam here to woo, Ha, ha, the wooing o't, On blythe Yule Night when we were fu', Ha, ha, the wooing o't, Maggie coost her head fu' high, Looked asklent and unco skeigh, Gart poor Duncan stand abeigh; Ha, ha, the wooing o't.
Do you surrender to juvenescence? এবার তো যৌবনের কাছে Ebar to jouboner kachhe menechho haar (audio) 'Do you finally surrender to juvenescence! 'We do' 'Feel the vigorous crispness of Being?' 'That too' 'Remember how you were fazed by figments -- Have you unearthed your true presence?' 'Assuredly'
The Supreme Truth exists outside and inside of all living beings, the moving and the nonmoving. Because He is subtle, He is beyond the power of the material senses to see or to know. Although far, far away, He is also near to all.
19. A Prayer in the Prospect of Death by Robert Burns O THOU unknown, Almighty Cause Of all my hope and fear! In whose dread presence, ere an hour, Perhaps I must appear!
248. Pegasus at Wanlockhead by Robert Burns WITH Pegasus upon a day, Apollo, weary flying, Through frosty hills the journey lay, On foot the way was plying.
Highland Mary by Robert Burns Ye banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie! There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry; For there I took the last fareweel O' my sweet Highland Mary.
442. Remorseful Apology by Robert Burns THE FRIEND whom, wild from Wisdom’s way, The fumes of wine infuriate send, (Not moony madness more astray) Who but deplores that hapless friend?
Bonnie Lesley by Robert Burns O saw ye bonnie Lesley As she gaed o'er the Border? She's gane, like Alexander, To spread her conquests farther.
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The Supreme Truth exists outside and inside of all living beings, the moving and the nonmoving. Because He is subtle, He is beyond the power of the material senses to see or to know. Although far, far away, He is also near to all.

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