ALAKTA SHILÁ? CHILO CIT KAMALE
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CAINCAL PAVANE SAOMYA SNIGDHA GÁNE
NÁŔÁ DILO PRATI PALE
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NIIL SAROVARE MOR PHÚT́E CHILO EKAI PHÚL
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NIIL SAROVARE MOR PHÚT́E CHILO EKAI PHÚL
GANDHA MADHUTE BHARÁ SE CHILO RÚPE ATUL
UDGRIIVA HOYE CHILO MANE PRÁŃE CEYE CHILO
TUMI ESE NEVE TÚLE
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ÁJ TUMI ÁSIÁCHO MADHUVANE MÁTÁYECHO
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ÁJ TUMI ÁSIÁCHO MADHUVANE MÁTÁYECHO
VEŃUKÁR SPANDANE CITTE DOLÁ DIYECHO
KAMALER UPAVAN JHAUNKRITA PRATI KŚAŃA
SVARŃA MUKUL NÁCE MRIŃÁL MÚLE
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Telling me You would come,
there was a wick on the varnished altar of my mental lotus.
In the restless breeze and surrounded by a majestic and gentle song,
each moment resonated.
In the blue pond of mine, only one flower bloomed.
Filled with fragrance and honey, it was incomparable in beauty.
It grew upward facing, wholeheartedly looking for You,
that You may come down and lift it up.
Today You came and enchanted my garden.
By the vibrations of Your flute, You made my mind oscillate.
In my lotus garden there is a constant tinkling,
as the golden bud dances over its stem.