GÁNER MÁLÁ GÁNER MÁLÁ
GÁNER MÁLÁ
GÁNER MÁLÁ TOMÁR TARE
GENTHE REKHECHI ÁJ BHORE
ESO TUMI KARUŃÁ KARE
PARÁBO PARÁŃ BHARE
GENTHE REKHECHI ÁJ BHORE
SNÁNÁNTE ANSHÚK PARI
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SNÁNÁNTE ANSHÚK PARI
SNÁNÁNTE ANSHÚK PARI
SNÁNÁNTE ANSHÚK PARI
SANYATANE CAYAN KARI
SAJÁYECHI SVARŃA SÁJI
CHANDE RÁGE SURE
GENTHE REKHECHI ÁJ BHORE
E PHÚL ÁMÁR NEIKO VANE
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E PHÚL ÁMÁR NEIKO VANE
E PHÚL ÁMÁR NEIKO VANE
E PHÚL ÁMÁR NEIKO VANE
E PHOT́E MANER GAHANE
PRIITIR DHÁRÁY MADHUR MÁYÁY
VIIŃÁR TÁRE TÁRE
AJÁNÁR ABHISÁRE
GENTHE REKHECHI ÁJ BHORE
GÁNER MÁLÁ TOMÁR TARE
GENTHE REKHECHI ÁJ BHORE
I have kept the garland of songs ready for You since the morning.
Have mercy and do come
that I may place it around Your neck with all my heart.
Having put on fresh clothes after my bath,
I decorated the golden tray
with carefully selected rhythms, tunes and melodies.
These flowers are not from a worldly garden,
but bloomed in the depth of my mind,
by the flow of love and with sweet charm,
through the strings of my viina.