CAMPAKA SURABHI MÁKHÁ
MANER ÁLOKE DEKHECHI TOMÁKE
MAMATÁINJANE ÁNKÁ
CAMPAKA SURABHI MÁKHÁ
ASIIM UTSA HOTE TUMI ESECHO
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ASIIM UTSA HOTE TUMI ESECHO
ANANTA DYOTANÁY BHÁLOBESECHO
TUMI, KII NÁ KARECHO HIYÁ BHARECHO
CHILE SONÁLII PRIITI D́HÁKÁ
CAMPAKA SURABHI MÁKHÁ
VANER PHÚLER MÁJHE MADHU MEKHECHO
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VANER PHÚLER MÁJHE MADHU MEKHECHO
MANER MAINJÚŚÁTE NECE CALECHO
TUMI, TRUT́I BHÚLECHO
KŚAMÁ KARECHO
BHAUNGÁ GAŔÁ SAB KICHU KARECHO EKÁ
CAMPAKA SURABHI MÁKHÁ
MANER ÁLOKE DEKHECHI TOMÁKE
MAMATÁINJANE ÁNKÁ
CAMPAKA SURABHI MÁKHÁ
I see You in my mental illumination,
with darkened, affectionate eyes,
and emanating the fragrance of campaka flowers.
You came originating from the infinite.
You loved in infinite ways.
There is nothing You have not done.
You satisfied my heart,
filling it with golden light.
You bestowed honey in the flowers of my garden,
and keep dancing in my mental casket.
You ignore errors,
and offer pardon.
You are the creator and destroyer of all things.
You merge all into one.