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BHÁVITE PÁRI NI CÁHIYÁ DEKHI NI
BASIÁ CHILÁM ÁNAMANE
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PADA DHVANI KONO SHUNITE PÁINI
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PADA DHVANI KONO SHUNITE PÁINI
INGITA ÁBHÁS KICHUI DÁONI
PADA DHVANI KONO SHUNITE PÁINI
INGITA ÁBHÁS KICHUI DÁONI
SVÁGATAM VARAŃA KARINI
ANÁHÚTA ELE SMITÁNANE
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TOMÁR LIILÁ BÚJHE UT́HÁ DÁY
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TOMÁR LIILÁ BÚJHE UT́HÁ DÁY
KŚAŃEKKAT́HOR KŚAŃE PRIITIHÁR
TOMÁR LIILÁ BÚJHE UT́HÁ DÁY
KŚAŃEKKAT́HOR KŚAŃE PRIITIHÁR
ÁGAMYA TUMI AMEYA APÁR
TÁI SAOMPI NIJERE MANANE
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With the sweet respiration of the sandal breeze,
who is that who came into my floral garden?
I could not have imagined,
I could not see although I wanted to,
I remained sitting unmindfully.
I could not hear any footsteps.
You did not show any indicating sign either,
and I did not perform any welcoming action.
You arrived uncalled with a smiling face.
It is difficult to understand Your divine play.
You are hard one moment
and loving in another.
You are beyond comprehension,
unlimited and immeasurable.
That is why,
in meditation,
I offer myself to You.