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TAVA AINJANE ÁNKÁ NAYANE
ÁMI KAKHANOI NAI EKÁ
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BÁHIR BHIITAR EK HOYE GECHE
MANER MAYUR D́ÁNÁ JE MELECHE
ÁLÁPE KALÁPE MADHU SAḾLÁPE
MOHANA RÁGETE BHÁŚE KEKÁ,
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ARGALA KHULE BÁHIRE ESECHE
GHARETE BANDII THEKE JE KENDECHE
TOMÁR PARASH JE PHÚL PEYECHE
TÁR MADHU KABHU THÁKE D́HÁKÁ
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The milky way in the blue sky
appears like a line
coated with sandal paste.
My eyes are marked with ointment.
I am never alone.
My inside and outside have become one.
The peacock of my mind has spread its wings.
Opening its tail,
in sweet conversation,
it sings in an enchanting tune.
Opening the door-bolt
it has come out
from its prison house
where it had been crying.
The flower it got by Your touch -
How long will its fragrance remain?