GUL BÁGICÁY BUBULI GÁY
GUL BÁGICÁY BUBULI GÁY
GUL BÁGICÁY BUBULI GÁY
VIHÁNE SANDHYÁY KI JE VÁRATÁ
PHÚLER KÁNT́AY RAUNGERA SHOBHÁY
SAMATÁ ÁNÁY TÁR ITIKATHÁ
VIHÁNE SANDHYÁY KI JE VÁRATÁ
SHUNE JÁO MÁNUŚA SUJAN
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SHUNE JÁO MÁNUŚA SUJAN
ESO NIYE KHOLÁ MAN
GAGANE TÁRI BHERII UT́HACHE BHARI
SARIYE DIYE JATA VYATHÁ
VIHÁNE SANDHYÁY KI JE VÁRATÁ
BHÚLE JÁO KÁNNÁ HÁSI
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BHÚLE JÁO KÁNNÁ HÁSI
TÁRE NÁO MARME PASHI
RÁKÁR E JYOTSNÁ RÁSHSHI
ÁNACHE BHÁSI SE VYÁKULATÁ
VIHÁNE SANDHYÁY KI JE VÁRATÁ
GUL BÁGICÁY BUBULI GÁY
VIHÁNE SANDHYÁY KI JE VÁRATÁ
The nightingale of the floral garden sings mornings and evenings, what is that message?
Your history expresses thorns of flower and beauty of colours. O the gentlemen listen
come with open mind. His trumpet sound has filled the sky, removing all pains. Forget the
cries and smiles, bring then touching the core of heart. The illumination of moonlight
brings floating that restlessness.