MADHUR TOMÁR PARASHER TARE
DIVÁ NISHI MOR ÁNKHI JHARE
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MAN NIKUNJE PUNJE PUNJE
TAVA KATHÁ KAYE MADHU KARE
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MADHUR TOMÁR PARASHER TARE
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PÁSHARITE CÁI PÁSHARITE NÁRI
NÁ JENE SADÁI TAVA GÁN KARI
VASANTA PHÚLE MALAYÁNIILE
TOMÁR MÁDHURI RÁKHE GHIRE
DIVÁ NISHI MOR ÁNKHI JHARE
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MADHUR TOMÁR PARASHER TARE
DIVÁ NISHI MOR ÁNKHI JHARE
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D́AMBARU BÁJE MEGHA AMBARE
TOMÁRE BHÁVIYÁ DEKHIBE TÁHÁRE
TOMÁRI ÁKÁSHE TOMÁRI VATÁSE
TOMÁRI SVANANE DHARÁ BHARE
DIVÁ NISHI MOR ÁNKHI JHARE
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MADHUR TOMÁR PARASHER TARE
DIVÁ NISHI MOR ÁNKHI JHARE
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For Your soft touch,
day and night,
my eyes shed tears.
Swarms of bees
buzz into the arbour of my mind,
and speak about You only.
I wanted to forget You
but am unable to do so.
Unknowingly, I keep singing Your song.
The flowers of spring,
the sandal breeze,
keep Your sweetness around them.
In the clouds of the sky,
dambaru (a hand held small drum) resounds.
Thinking of You,
I seek You,
in the sky, in the air,
in the resonance that fills the earth.