ÁNKHI TOMÁR KENO SAJALA
ÁNKHI TOMÁR KENO SAJALA
ÁNKHI TOMÁR KENO SAJALA
KÁHÁR KATHÁ BHEVE PRATI PALA
ÁNKHI TOMÁR KENO SAJALA
VAN GAHANE O CANDANÁ
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VAN GAHANE O CANDANÁ
EKHAN KENO KATHÁ KAYE NÁ
MEGHER KÁLO KENO NÁCE NÁ
VIDYUTERI JHILIK SACALA
ÁNKHI TOMÁR KENO SAJALA
BHEVE CALO BOLO KÁHÁRE
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BHEVE CALO BOLO KÁHÁRE
CARÁCARER AGOCARE
TOMÁR MANER ANTAH PURE
TÁI KI KÁJAL JALE D́HALA DH’ALA
ÁNKHI TOMÁR KENO SAJALA
Why your eyes are tearful? About whom do you think each moment? The sandal tree in the
dense forest, why does not say anything now? Why does not the dark clouds dance with
moving lightning? Tell me, about whom do you think unseen by the whole world? In the
recess of your mind, the black marking is washed with water.