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NAYANE MADHUR HÁSI ADHARE MOHAN BÁNSHII
NECE CALO DIVÁNISHI D́HELE PRIITI PASARÁY

SAKALER VARAŃIIYA SABÁKÁR ÁTMIIYA
SABÁR PÚJANIIYA TUMI DEVA E DHARÁY
NECE CALO DIVÁNISHI D́HELE PRIITI PASHARÁY

TOMÁR TULANÁ NÁI JALE STHALE ÁKÁSHE
TOMÁR TULANÁ NÁI JALE STHALE ÁKÁSHE
TOMÁR TULANÁ NÁI JALE STHALE ÁKÁSHE
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TOMÁR TULANÁ NÁI JALE STHALE ÁKÁSHE
UPAMÁ NÁHIKO PÁI MANANE DHYÁNÁBHÁSE
TUMI AGATIR GATI AKHAND́A DHRUVA DYUTI
SHAKTI JINÁN BHAKTIR TUMI SAMAVÁY
NECE CALO DIVÁNISHI D́HELE PRIITI PASHARÁY

YAMUNÁR NIIL JALE TAMÁL TARUR TALE
YAMUNÁR NIIL JALE TAMÁL TARUR TALE
YAMUNÁR NIIL JALE TAMÁL TARUR TALE
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YAMUNÁR NIIL JALE TAMÁL TARUR TALE
NIIP MAINJARII MÁJHE RÁKHÁL RÁJER SÁJE
SABETEI ÁCHO BHARE SRIŚT́IR PRATI STARE
CHEDA KABHU NÁHI PRABHU TAVA MARTYA LIILÁY
NECE CALO DIVÁNISHI D́HELE PRIITI PASHARÁY


O Lord, with sweet smile in the eyes, and charming flute on the lips, You go on dancing
pouring articles of love. Adorable for all, own of everyone, worth worshipping by all, You
are the Divinity of this world. There is no comparison of You in land, water or sky. I do
not find any example in mind under meditation. You are resort of helpless continuous
constant glow. You are combination of energy, knowledge and devotion. Within the blue
water of river Yamuna’, below the palm tree, in buds of niip, in the adornment of king
of herdsman, in everything You pervade, at each level of creation. In Your mortal illusive
game, liila’, there is no flaw.




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