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4421 (24/08/1988) D


TUMI YADI NÁHI ELE
MOR MADHU MÁLAINCA MÁJHE
TABE KENO BHARE DILE ,
PHULE PHALE TÁR SÁJE
MOR MADHU MÁLAINCA MÁJHE

TAVA ÁLOKERA MELÁ ,
RAḾGE RAUNGE LIILÁ KHELÁ
RÁUNGÁ E JIIVAN BELÁ ,
BHULÁIYÁ BHAYA LÁJE
MOR MADHU MÁLAINCA MÁJHE

VAJRA ASHANI D́ÁKE ,
KRŚŃA MEGHER PHÁNKE
ALI ESE JHÁUNKE JHÁUNKE ,
GUINJARE BHARE SÁJE
MOR MADHU MÁLAINCA MÁJHE


O Lord,
if You did not have to come to my garden,
then why did You plentifully decorated it
with flowers and fruits?

Your fair of light,
with colourful divine game,
at this colourful time of life,
makes me forget all fear and shyness.

Through the gaps of dark clouds,
lightning and thunder calls.
Yet, mobs of honeybees come buzzing.








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