ÁKÁSHE VÁTÁSE MÁDHURII D́HELE
ESECHILO SE ESECHILO
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TÁRAKÁ MÁLÁY NIIHÁRIKÁY
CEYE PRIITI BHARE HESE CHILO
ESECHILO SE ESECHILO
SAHAKÁR VANE SUVÁS BHARIYÁ
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SAHAKÁR VANE SUVÁS BHARIYÁ
KISHALAYE TARU LATÁ D́HÁKIÁ
ASHOKE PÁLÁSHE RAḾGE MÁTÁIÁ
AMARÁ RACANÁ KARE CHILO
ESECHILO SE ESECHILO
ÁBÁR ÁSIBE JALADER GÁY
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ÁBÁR ÁSIBE JALADER GÁY
SHYÁMAL SUŚAMÁ D́HÁLIBE DHARÁY
PÚRŃA KARIYÁ SABÁR ÁSHÁY
E JÁDU KOTHÁ SE SHIKHE CHILO
ESECHILO SE ESECHILO
ÁKÁSHE VÁTÁSE MÁDHURII
D́HELE, ESECHILO SE ESECHILO
Pouring sweetness into the sky and air,
He came.
Bestowing love to series of stars and nebulae,
He smiled.
Filling fragrance into the mango grove,
covering the trees and creepers with new leaves,
intoxicating the ashok and palash trees with colours,
He created an immortal creation.
The clouds sing that He shall come again,
pour green beauty on the earth
and fulfil everyone’s hopes.
How He has learnt this magic?