ELO MADHUMÁSERI MALAY
ELO MADHUMÁSERI MALAY
MÁDHAVI KUNJE PUNJE PUNJE ALI ELO
ELO KISHALAY
ELO MADHUMÁSERI MALAY
ELO MADHUMÁSERI MALAY
SAHAKÁREI SHÁKHÁ MUKULE BHARE GECHE
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SAHAKÁREI SHÁKHÁ MUKULE BHARE GECHE
SHÁLMALII KIḾSHUK RÁḾGÁ RAUNGE HÁSITECHE
SHIRIŚAO NEI SARE DURER GAHAN PURE
SEO ALAKE KATHÁ KAY
ELO MADHUMÁSERI MALAY
ELO MADHUMÁSERI MALAY
BAKULER PADA DHVANI ASPHUT́A SHONÁ JÁY
BELÁR KALIKÁ SHÁKHAGRE JÁGITE CÁY
KOKIL NIKHIL GIITI JÁNÁY HÁRÁNO PRIITI
SMRITI MAINJÚŚÁ MADHUMAYA
ELO MADHUMÁSERI MALAY
ELO MADHUMÁSERI MALAY
The sandal breeze of spring came. Into the arbor of ma’dhavii flower, groups and groups
of honeybee came and tender leaves appeared. The mango branches have become full of buds
the colourful sha’lmalii and kim’shuk flowers smile. Even shiris’ does not move away
to distant depth. That also speaks out unseen. The footsteps of bakul flower are heard
indistinctly. The buds of bela’ flowers tend to bloom at the tip of the branch. The
songs of cuckoo is totally expressed losing the love, as sweetness absorbed casket of
memory.