ÁKÁSHE CÁNDA JE HÁSE PHÁGUN MÁSE
E VASANTA VÁYA
KALIRÁ LAJJÁ BHULE ÁNKHI TULE
KON SUHRDE CÁY
E VASANTA VÁYA
BOLE JÁY KÁCHE ESO
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BOLE JÁY KÁCHE ESO
BOLE JÁY KÁCHE ESO
BOLE JÁY KÁCHE ESO
BHÁLOBESE PÁSHE BASO
MALAY HAOÁY JHAUNKRITA PÁYA
BHULO NÁ MAINJUL HIYÁY
E VASANTA VÁYA
KATA YOJAN DÚRE ÁCHO
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KATA YOJAN DÚRE ÁCHO
KATA YOJAN DÚRE ÁCHO
KATA YOJAN DÚRE ÁCHO
JÁNATE NÁ CÁI MANE RAYECHO
MAN MUKUREHERI TOMÁRE
SHAŚPA CHÁYÁY SMITA CETANÁY
E VASANTA VÁYA
ÁKÁSHE CÁNDA JE HÁSE PHÁGUN MÁSE
E VASANTA VÁYA
The moon in the sky smiles
in the spring breeze.
The buds, oblivious of shyness, raise their eyes.
Which friend do they long for?
They say:
“Come near.
Lovingly sit with us.
Let Your feet tinkle in the sandal breeze.
Do not forget our tender hearts.”
I do not want to know how far You are.
Please remain in my mind.
I search You in my mental mirror,
in the shade of young grass,
in the smiling consciousness.