TOMÁY ÁMÁY PRATHAM DEKHÁ
RÚPA SÁYARERA TIIRE
KAONI TUMI KONO KATHÁ RAKTIM ADHARE
RÚPA SÁYARERA TIIRE
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KAONI TUMI KONO KATHÁ
RAKTIM ADHARE
RÚPA SÁYARERA TIIRE
UTKARŃA CHILUM ÁMI
DÁNŔIYE CHILUM TOMÁY NAMI
SUŃATE CHILUM SHRUTIR RAŃAN
MARME GABHIIRE
RÚPA SÁYARERA TIIRE
CÁILE TUMI PRATHAM JAKHAN
PRIITIR PARASH PELUM TAKHAN
BHÁVÁLOKER MADHUR SVANAN SAMAŚT́I GHIRE
RÚPA SÁYARERA TIIRE
TOMÁY ÁMÁY PRATHAM DEKHÁ
RÚPA SÁYARERA TIIRE
O Lord, our first meeting was on the shore of the ocean of beauty. You did not talk to me
with red lips. I was eager to listen, was standing after saluting You. I was listening to
the reverberation of the ears, in the depth of the core. When You wanted initially, I got
touch of love, the sweet resonance of the arena of feelings surrounded by the
collectivity.