JE PARASH REKHE GELE, TUMI
JE PARASH REKHE GELE
PHÚL VANE NAY, MANOVANE
SURABHI TÁR PEYE THÁKI
ÁJO ÁMI PRATI KŚAŃE
PHÚL VANE NAY, MANOVANE
OGO MOR DÚRER SAKHÁ
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
OGO MOR DÚRER SAKHÁ
GELE ÁR DILE NÁ DEKHÁ
BASE BASE KÁNDI EKÁ
ÁMI, BASE BASE KÁNDI EKÁ
HINDOLITA SHIHARAŃE
PHÚL VANE NAY, MANOVANE
KENO ESE CHILE AMAN
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KENO ESE CHILE AMAN
REKHE GELE PRÁŃER RAŃAN
PATRE PUŚPE TÁRI SVANAN
RÚPA DILE MOR MADHUVANE
PHÚL VANE NAY, MANOVANE
TUMI, JE PARASH REKHE GELE
PHÚL VANE NAY, MANOVANE
O Lord, the touch that You have left in my mental garden, not floral garden, the fragrance
of that, I get even today each moment. O my distant friend, You went and did not show.
Sitting, I cry alone with oscillating quivers. Why did You come like that and left vital
resonance? The resonance of that in leaves and flowers has given beauty in my sweet
garden.