BUJHI ÁMÁY BHÁLOBÁSO
VEŃU BÁJÁO SHUDHU TÁKÁO
KÁCHE KENO NÁHIÁSO
BUJHI ÁMÁY BHÁLOBÁSO
JAKHAN BHÁVI BHULE JÁBO
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JAKHAN BHÁVI BHULE JÁBO
TOMÁKE NÁHI BHÁVIBO
TOMÁR KATHÁ NÁ KAHIBO
JENE MRIDU MRIDU HÁSO
BUJHI ÁMÁY BHÁLOBÁSO
BHÁVI, DHYÁNE NÁ DEKHIBO
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BHÁVI, DHYÁNE NÁ DEKHIBO
TOMÁR PÁNE NÁ TÁKÁBO
RÁTUL CARAŃ NÁ DHARIBO
MANE PRIITIR KAŃÁY BHÁSO
BUJHI ÁMÁY BHÁLOBÁSO
O Lord, I understand that You love me. You play flute, only look, but why do not You come
close? Whenever I think that I shall forget You, would not think of You, would not talk
about You, knowing that You smile softly. I think that I would not see You in meditation
would not look at You, would not hold Your red feet, then You soar in my mind as particle
of love.