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'''''Kon prabhate tomar sathe''''' is the [[List of songs of Prabhat Samgiita|1736<sup>th</sup> song]] of [[Prabhat Ranjan Sarkar|Prabhat Ranjan Sarkar's]] [[Prabhat Samgiita]].<ref name="PSV18">{{cite book|last=Sarkar|first=Prabhat Ranjan|title=Prabhat Samgiita Songs 1701-1800|publisher=[[AmRevolution, Inc.]]|others=Translated by [[Abhidevananda|Acarya Abhidevananda Avadhuta]]|location=Tel Aviv|year=2020|ISBN=9781393154877}}</ref><ref name="PRS Vol4">{{cite book|last=Sarkar|first=Prabhat Ranjan|title=Prabhat Samgiita Volume 4|edition=2nd|location=Kolkata|year=1999|publisher=Ananda Marga Publications|editor=Acarya Vijayananda Avadhuta|language=Bengali|isbn=81-7252-160-X}}</ref>
'''''Kon prabhate tomar sathe''''' is the [[List of songs of Prabhat Samgiita|1736<sup>th</sup> song]] of [[Prabhat Ranjan Sarkar|Prabhat Ranjan Sarkar's]] [[Prabhat Samgiita]].<ref name="PSV18">{{cite book|last=Sarkar|first=Prabhat Ranjan|title=Prabhat Samgiita Songs 1701-1800|edition=2nd|publisher=[[AmRevolution, Inc.]]|others=Translated by [[Abhidevananda|Acarya Abhidevananda Avadhuta]]|location=Tel Aviv|year=2020|ASIN=B08RC8XSQ2|ISBN=9781393154877}}</ref><ref name="PRS Vol4">{{cite book|last=Sarkar|first=Prabhat Ranjan|title=Prabhat Samgiita Volume 4|edition=2nd|location=Kolkata|year=1999|publisher=Ananda Marga Publications|editor=Acarya Vijayananda Avadhuta|language=Bengali|isbn=81-7252-160-X}}</ref>


== Lyrics ==
== Lyrics ==
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| <poem>
On which morning, with you i was introduced, that is not of today.
With You on which day's break
The loving garland of memoirs and the bouquet of flowers; is not
Acquaintance had taken place?
recorded. the stream of life flows upstream, the more i think of you.
Surely it was not today, not today,
By revolving and rotating, the mind goes on dancing with rhythm.
Acquaintance had taken place.
Through the crimson colour of the morning, you entered into my mind.
With a string of memories on a flower tray,
What a consciousness you arose, o the embodiment of heavenly song.
Down it was not written, out of love made.
 
Life's river flows upstream;
About You is all that we think.
So with a convoluted pursuing,
Dancing, mind proceeds, oh the Holy Poetry.
 
From early morning's crimson color
Into my cognition You did come.
You wakened me to what state conscious,
Hey Arcadia's Embodiment of Song!
</poem>
</poem>
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