NABHA NIILIMÁY
KE D́EKE JÁY
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NÁ BOLE KÁRAŃ NÁ SHOŃE BÁRAŃ
KABHU KÁCHE KABHU DÚRE DHÁY
KE D́EKE JÁY
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NÚPURER NIKKAN SHONÁ JÁY
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NÚPURER NIKKAN SHONÁ JÁY
VEŃUKÁ DHVANITE TANU MURCHÁY
AŃU PARAMÁŃU BHÁVE UPACÁY
TRYASAREŃU RANGE JHALAKÁY
KE D́EKE JÁY
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NÁHI MÁNE MÁNÁ NÁ TÁR SIIMÁNÁ
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NÁHI MÁNE MÁNÁ NÁ TÁR SIIMÁNÁ
HÁT CHÁNI DEY RAUNGE RANGE NÁNÁ
RIITI NITI TÁR SABÁR AJÁNÁ
PRIITIR PARÁG VARAŚÁY
KE D́EKE JÁY
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In the blue sky Who goes on calling? Without telling the reason, without heeding to
prohibition, sometimes close, sometimes far, He rushes. The ankle bell sound is heard, by
flute sound the body faints. The atoms and molecules generate in feelings, the particles
show colours. It does not heed to any ban, there is no limitation for it. With various
colours, it shows inviting gesture. His methods and procedures are unknown to all, yet He
rains the pollen of love.