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PHÚLER VANETE BHRAMARÁ ESECHE
GUNGUNIYE KII KATHÁ KAYECHE

SE JE CÁHE SHUDHU PHÚLER SAB MADHU
BÁKI JÁHÁ KICHU PHELE REKHECHE
GUNGUNIYE KII KATHÁ KAYECHE

JÁHÁ CHILO D́HÁKÁ KUNŔIR GAHANE
ATI SAYATANE ATI GOPANE
NIMEŚE SEI MADHU NIYECHE NIHSHEŚE
NIYE NEVÁR KATHÁ JÁNIYE DIYECHE
GUNGUNIYE KII KATHÁ KAYECHE

SUVÁS CHILO MÁKHÁ REŃUTE REŃUTE
MADHU NITE GIYE SUVÁS GECHE SÁTHE
PHÚLER SAB REŃU MEKHECHE GÁYETE
MEKHE NEVÁR KATHÁ KÁŃE SHUNIYECHE
GUNGUNIYE KII KATHÁ KAYECHE
PHÚLER VANETE







In a flower garden a black bee buzzes,
whispering something.
She desires only the flowers' nectar,
shunning all else.
She sucks nectar to its lees,
that treasure secluded with utmost care, secretly,
in the inner most recesses of floral buds.

She has exposed herself,
thief of the pollen's sweet fragrance,
fragrance which has vanished
along with its rich nectarial source.

She has coated herself in thick fragrant pollen
and, thus adorned, announces the news to all.

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In a garden
a black bee buzzes
whispering.

She seeks only nectarial delight
shunning all other joy.

The flower's secret store
hidden with utmost care
in the inner most recess of its heart,
she enjoys to the lees.

She exposes herself,
thief of floral perfumes.

The fragrance has vanished
with the flower's nectarial heart
and the black bee
adorned with thick fragrant pollen
proudly announces the news to all.