TOMÁRE BHÁLOBÁSIÁ
NIJERE BHULIÁ GECHI
TUMI ELE MOR MANE
MOR MANE HÁRIYECHI
TUMI ELE MOR MANE
MOR MANE HÁRIYECHI
VARAŚÁ VIT́API SAM
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VARAŚÁ VIT́API SAM
PATRA SHYÁMAL HOYE
SATTÁR BODH MAMA
SHYÁMALE GECHI MILIYE
VINIMAYE SAB ÁMÁR
SHUDHU TOMÁRE PETECHI
TUMI ELE MOR MANE
MOR MANE HÁRIYECHI
HÁSI TAVA ADHARETE
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HÁSI TAVA ADHARETE
HÁSI TAVA ADHARETE
HÁSI TAVA ADHARETE
BÁNSHII SHUNI SHRAVAŃETE
NUPUR DHWANIR SÁTHE
VRAJ RAJE MISHIÁCHI
TUMI ELE MOR MANE
MOR MANE HÁRIYECHI
O Lord, by loving You, I have forgotten myself. You came into my mind, and my mind is
lost. Like the rain forest trees, making leaves green, the awareness of my existence, has
merged into greenness. In exchange of all mine, I got only You. With smile on Your lips, I
hear Your flute, with my ears. Along with the ankle bell sound of Yours, I have merged in
the dust of Vraja.