TOMÁRE CÁI JE KÁCHE
MANER MÁJHE
DÚRE THÁKÁ DÁY
SALÁJE SAKAL KÁJE
BHÁVI TOMÁKE
BASE NIRÁLÁYA
DÚRE THÁKÁ DÁY
DIL BÁGICÁY JATA PÁPAŔI
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DIL BÁGICÁY JATA PÁPAŔI
CHILO JAKHAN NÁ PHOT́Á KUNŔI
TAKHAN THEKE MOR KORAKE
SONÁLII PRÁŃA JE UPACÁYA
DÚRE THÁKÁ DÁY
ESO PRIYA ÁRO KÁCHE
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ESO PRIYA ÁRO KÁCHE
HIYÁR MADHU BHARÁ ÁCHE
RAḾGA BERAḾGER PHUL PHUT́ECHE
SÁJÁNO GUL BÁGICÁYA
DÚRE THÁKÁ DÁY
I want You close within my mind.
It is difficult to remain far.
In all my shy actions,
and when I sit secludedly,
I think of You.
When, in the garden of my heart,
all the petals were unbloomed buds,
You had stayed inside the pollen,
emanating a golden vitality.
O Beloved,
come closer,
honey has been filled in my heart
and flowers are blooming in diverse colours,
to decorate the floral garden.