CANDANA MADHU NANDAN VIDHU
NANDITA TUMI LOKE LOKE
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SPHÚRTA PRÁŃER MÚRTÁLOKER
SPANDAN ÁNO PRATI PALAKE
NANDITA TUMI LOKE LOKE
ÁLOKE DEKHECHI ALAKHE MISHECHI
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ÁLOKE DEKHECHI ALAKHE MISHECHI
BHÁVALOKE TAVA JHALAKE BHESECHI
ARPITA PRÁŃA O HE SUMAHÁN
BUJHECHI TOMÁY DHYÁNÁLOKE
NANDITA TUMI LOKE LOKE
TOMÁR SAMÁN ÁR KEHO NÁI
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TOMÁR SAMÁN ÁR KEHO NÁI
UPAMÁ ÁNITE KÁREO NÁ PÁI
URDHVE THÁKIYÁ MARME MATHIYÁ
MARME DOLÁO KII DOLAKE
NANDITA TUMI LOKE LOKE
CANDANA MADHU NANDAN VIDHU
NANDITA TUMI LOKE LOKE
O Lord, as sweet sandal, pleasing moon, You reside in various arenas. As active liveliness
of the materialized illumination, You bring vibration each moment. I see You in light
merge in unseen, in the arena of feelings, I float in Your glimpses. O the Great, in the
light of meditation, I surrender my life. There is no one like You. No one can bring any
comparison. Staying upwards, churning the core, with what oscillations do You make all
swing?