ÁNDHÁR NISHÁR AVASÁNE
PHÚL PHOT́ECHE MANOVANE
KOMAL SE PHÚL DOLE DODUL
REKHECHI SAḾGOPANE
PHÚL PHOT́ECHE MANOVANE
PHÚL PHOT́ECHE TOMÁR TARE
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PHÚL PHOT́ECHE TOMÁR TARE
TRIPTI DITE TOMÁRE
ÁMÁR ÁMI JÁNOI TUMI
UCCHALA TAVA SPANDANE
PHÚL PHOT́ECHE MANOVANE
TUMI ÁMÁR HE DEVATÁ
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TUMI ÁMÁR HE DEVATÁ
JÁNO SAKAL MARMA KATHÁ
MANER VYATHÁ ASHRU GÁNTHÁ
TAVA NRITYERI RAŃNE
PHÚL PHOT́ECHE MANOVANE
ÁNDHÁR NISHÁR AVASÁNE
PHÚL PHOT́ECHE MANOVANE
At the end of the dark night,
a flower blooms in my mental garden.
That soft flower swings
inside a hidden cradle.
It blooms for You,
to provide You with satisfaction and pleasure.
You know, my "I" feeling,
is restless with Your vibration.
You are mine,
O divinity;
You know the entire events of my core.
All my mental agony,
my tear-filled story,
lies within the resonance of Your dance.