PRATI PALE NABHO NIILE
KE MORE D́ÁKE
JYOTSNÁR CANDAN KAPOLE JHARIYE DIYE
AJHORE JHALAKE JHALAKE
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ÁKÁSHA GAUNGÁ DÚR HOTE DÚRE BAHE JÁY
NIIHÁRIKÁ VISMAYE TÁHÁRI PÁNE TÁKÁY
AJÁNÁ VEŃUKÁ SURE SUDHÁR SURABHI PURE
KE DULIYE DEY ÁMÁKE
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DÚRER BANDHU MOR ESO ÁJI NIKAT́E
PRIITI REKHÁ ENKE DÁO ÁMÁR MÁNAS PAT́E
AJÁNÁ HOYO GO JÁNÁ SAPHAL KARE SÁDHANÁ
PRATI PALAKER PULAKE
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PRATI PALE NABHO NIILE
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Who calls me from the blue sky each moment? Flowing sandal paste of moonlight on my cheeks
profusely, glimpses after glimpses. The milky way goes on flowing from far to further, and
the nebula looks at that with astonishment. With unknown flute melody, providing fragrance
like nectar, who goes on oscillating me? Draw the line of love on my mental plate, so that
the unknown becomes known and making my sa’dhana’ fruitful with joy each moment.