MANER VANE COR ESECHE
DHARÁ NÁHI DICCHE JE
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SAKAL MADHU NIYE NILO
BÁDHÁ NÁHI MANACHE SE
DHARÁ NÁHI DICCHE JE
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DINE RÁTE E COR ÁSE
LUKOY PHÚLER PARÁG PÁSHE
E COR KE DHARATE GELE
MAN MÁTE MAHÁKÁSHE
DHARÁ NÁHI DICCHE JE
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E COR JÁNE BÁSATE BHÁLO
E COR NÁSHE MANER KÁLO
EI COREI MIŚT́I HÁSI
VISHVA BHUVAN UDBHÁSE
DHARÁ NÁHI DICCHE JE
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In the garden of my mind,
a thief came,
who is not getting caught.
He took away my entire honey,
without being bothered by obstructions whatsoever.
Day and night this thief is present,
hiding within the pollen of flowers.
While trying to hold that thief,
my mind becomes absorbed in the great cosmos.
This thief knows how to love,
and destroys the darkness of my mind.
The sweet smile of that thief
radiates throughout the world.