PHÚLER VANE PARI ELO
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PHÚLER BÚKE MADHU D́HELE
KAILO KATHÁ KÁNE KÁNE
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PHÚLER VANE PARI ELO
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PHÚLER PARÁG BHESE BHESE
CHAŔIYE GELO DÚR ÁKÁSHE
AŃUR JAGATA GELO MISHE
BHÚMÁR VIPULA SPANDANE
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PHÚLER VANE PARI ELO
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RAUNGA BERAUNGER PÁPAŔIGULI
ÁLOR PRADIIP DILO JVALI
MARTYE ELO ANSHUMÁLI
NAVÁNSHURI SPANDANE
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An fairy came into the floral garden.
What for, who knows?
It pours honey into the flowers,
and whispers into their ears.
Floating floral fragrance from the pollen,
it disseminates it into the distant sky.
It merges the world of microcosms,
with the great vibration of the Macrocosm.
In colourful petals,
it kindles the lamp of effulgence.
It enters the mortal world
with the vibration of new light.