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VARAŚÁ ESECHE NIIP UPAVANE
MAYUR KALÁPE NECE JÁY

BHAROSÁ JEGECHE CÁTAK MANE
NAVOCCHVÁSE NABHAH PÁNE SE TÁKÁY
MAYUR KALÁPE NECE JÁY

NÁI ÁJ KONO KÁJA PRADOŚA BELÁY
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NÁI ÁJ KONO KÁJA PRADOŚA BELÁY
NÁI BHAYA TRÁSA LÁJ MAN MEKHALÁY
ÁNANDA UPACÁY KÁST́A KALÁY
BHÁVA RAHE GECHE KÁNÁY KÁNÁY
MAYUR KALÁPE NECE JÁY

HE CIRA SÁTHI TUMI KOTHÁY
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HE CIRA SÁTHI TUMI KOTHÁY
AJÁNÁ PATHIK TAVA PATH JÁNÁ DÁY
AMITA RDDHI TAVA CETANÁDOLÁY
VARAŚÁR VARŚANE KII SUDHÁ JHARÁY
MAYUR KALÁPE NECE JÁY

The rain came into the niip garden, the peacock goes on dancing with raised tail. Hope
arises in the mind of ca’taka bird, and it looks towards the sky with new exhalation.
Today evening I have nothing to do, Neither fear, no shyness or terror, in the mental
series. Producing waves of bliss, the ideation remained in each particle. O Ever
companion, where are You, O the unknown traveler, it is hard to know your ways. Your
immeasurable powers and wealth, swings my consciousness.