TUMI, KUSUM KORAK SAMA KOMALA
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TABE KURIISH KAT́HOR KENO HOLE
KUSUM KORAK SAMA KOMALA
NIIP NIKUNJE JE VEŃU BÁJÁTE
SVARÁGHÁTA? TÁTE KENO DILE
KUSUM KORAK SAMA KOMALA
JE MALAY VÁYA BHARE SANDHYÁY
CANDAN SPARSHA DITO GÁY
MADHYÁHNE MÁRTAND́A JVÁLÁY
HUTÁSH TÁKE KENO KARILE
KURIISH KAT́HOR KENO HOLE
KUSUM KORAK SAMA KOMALA
TABU TAVA SÁTHE NITYA KÁLE MISHE
THÁKI CHANDE O TÁLE
TAVA NÚPURE NIKKAN D́ORE
MOR MAN JENO DULE CALE
KURIISH KAT́HOR KENO HOLE
KUSUM KORAK SAMA KOMAL
O Lord, You are soft like the pollen of flower, then why did You become hard like a stone?
Those who played flute in the niip arbor, why did You forbid, stop them? The air filled
with sandal fragrance during morning and evening, applied sandal paste touch on the body
during noon with burning heat of the sun, why did You burn? Still merged along with You
all the time, I stay with rhythm and beats. With the twine of the ankle bell sound of
Yours, my mind goes on swinging.