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1652 (03/08/1984) D



BAKUL BICHÁNO PATHE
ESO PRIYA ÁJI MAMA

TOMÁ TARE BASE ÁCHI,
MÁLÁ GENTHE ANUPAMA
ESO PRIYA ÁJI MAMA

PHÚLETE MOR MADHU ÁCHE
RAḾGE RÁḾGÁ PÁPAŔI MÁJHE
ÁSÁR ÁSHE SE NIRYÁSE
MAN BHESE JÁY PARÁG SAMA
ESO PRIYA ÁJI MAMA

CÁI NÁ KICHU TOMÁR KÁCHE
ARÚPA RATAN SÁTHEI ÁCHE
MANER MÁJHE KHUNJE KHUNJE
PÁVOI TOMÁY PRIYATAMA
ESO PRIYA ÁJI MAMA

BAKUL BICHÁNO PATHE
ESO PRIYA ÁJI MAMA


O beloved,
come today,
along the path laden with bakul flowers!

With a garland threaded of flowers,
and which has no comparison,
I sit and await You.

Within their colourful petals,
My flowers carry honey.

In expectation of Your arrival,
my mind floats pollen-like
along the fragrance of these flowers.

I do not want anything from You.
That formless gem,
is already with me.

Searching within my mind itself,
I shall attain You,
O my most beloved One!









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