KETAKII JÁGÁ VARŚÁY
KETAKII JÁGÁ VARŚÁY
KETAKII JÁGÁ VARŚÁY
KETAKII JÁGÁ VARŚÁY
PARÁGE, PARÁGE
SURABHI BHÁSIYÁ JÁY
KETAKII JÁGÁ VARŚÁY
DÁDUR D́ÁKICHE PIYÁL VANETE
DÁDUR D́ÁKICHE PIYÁL VANETE
DÁDUR D́ÁKICHE PIYÁL VANETE
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DÁDUR D́ÁKICHE PIYÁL VANETE
ASHANI HÁSE MATTA VÁYUTE
MANER MÁJHÁRE IISHÁN KOŃETE
MEGHA NÁCE KÁR BHAROSÁY
KETAKII JÁGÁ VARŚÁY
YÚTHIKÁR REŃU JALE BHIJE JÁY
YÚTHIKÁR REŃU JALE BHIJE JÁY
YÚTHIKÁR REŃU JALE BHIJE JÁY
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YÚTHIKÁR REŃU JALE BHIJE JÁY
RAJANII GANDHÁ KÁHÁRE JE CÁY
VANA UPAVANE VIRALE VIJANE
KE JENO GÁNA SHONÁY
KETAKII JÁGÁ VARŚÁY
The rain awakens the ketakii flower
and through its pollen, fragrance floats.
Frogs croak in the grove of nut trees.
Thunder laughs as wild wind.
In my mind,
emerging from the northeastern corner,
clouds dance with vigour.
The pollen of the juhi flower has become wet
and is sought for by the night queen.
Within the forest and garden,
in seclusion and silence,
who is the one singing songs?