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VASANTA ESECHE PHÚL PHOT́ECHE
MADHU KŚARIYÁ JÁY

SUMANDÁNILE KISHALAY DOLE
VEŃUKÁ KII GIITIKÁ GÁY
MADHU KŚARIYÁ JÁY

DEKHO GO PURA VÁSII E KII RAUNGER MELÁ
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DEKHO GO PURA VÁSII E KII RAUNGER MELÁ
SRAVAŃE MANANE ÁJI KE DOLA LIILÁ
JIIVANERI JATA BHÁUNGÁ GAŔÁR KHELÁ
SABAI EKETE MISHÁY
MADHU KŚARIYÁ JÁY

CÁI NÁ KONO KICHU ÁJI TOMÁR KÁCHE
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CÁI NÁ KONO KICHU ÁJI TOMÁR KÁCHE
CÁI JE SAB KICHU VILÁTE TAVA KÁJE
PHELIÁ GRHA KÁJA ASHAN VASAN SÁJE
AŃU JE BHÚMÁTE MURACHÁY
MADHU KŚARIYÁ JÁY

VASANTA ESECHE PHÚL PHOT́ECHE
MADHU KŚARIYÁ JÁY







The spring has come, flowers have bloomed, and the honey oozes out. With very soft breeze
the tender leaves swing, what song does the bamboo grove sing? O the inhabitants, what a
festivity of colour is this? With hearing and thinking today what a game, liila’ of
swings? All the game of creation and destruction, go on merging n One. O Lord, I do not
want anything from You today. I want to lose everything for Your purpose. Refusing the
household works, food and decorative clothing, the microcosm gets immersed in Macrocosm.