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TÁRAI SURE GÁNERI MÁLÁ GÁNTHI
DYUTITE TÁR DYOTANÁY
DYOTANÁY GO DYOTANÁY

ANURÁGER D́ORE MANERI MADHU MATHI
SAJÁTE CITA CETANÁY
CETANÁY GO CETANÁY
DYOTANÁY GO DYOTANÁY

NIIPER SÁTHE NIIPERI REŃU MÁKHI
SAJAL SAMIIRE ALÁJ ÁNKHI RÁKHI
VENUKÁR VANE SHUNI KE JÁY D́ÁKI
AHARAH VEŃU VÁRTÁY
DYOTANÁY GO DYOTANÁY

HÁRÁTE NÁHI CÁI TABUO HÁRÁI
KÁCHE PETE GIYE NIJERE SARÁI
NAYANE AINJAN ÁNKI MUCHE JÁI
DURTAME PÁOÁR DURÁSHÁY
DYOTANÁY GO DYOTANÁY

TÁRAI SURE GÁNERI MÁLÁ GÁNTHI
DYUTITE TÁR DYOTANÁY
DYOTANÁY GO DYOTANÁY


O Lord, with Your melody, I thread the garland of songs under the illumination of Your
gesture. Churning the honey of mind, with the twine of love, I decorate the consciousness
of the mind. Along with the niip flowers, smearing the fragrant pollen, I keep the shy
eyes with moist breeze. In the bamboo grove, I listen, who goes on calling constantly
through the sound of flute. I do not want to get lost yet I am lost, when getting close, I
lose myself. I go on applying the decoration mark to the eyes and then go on wiping, with
the adamancy of getting the distant most.




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