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TOMÁR CARAŃ TALE ATAL ANAL DOLE
TAVA PARASH KŚAŃIK DOLÁY

TOMÁR DRŚT́ITE TOMÁR SRŚT́ITE
TAVA VEŃUKÁTE MAN BHARÁY
TAVA PARASH KŚAŃIK DOLÁY

ÁMI TAVA CARAŃER RAJAHKAŃÁ
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ÁMI TAVA CARAŃER RAJAHKAŃÁ
NIJER BÁHIRE DEKHITE PÁI NÁ
PÁI NÁ LAUNGHITE NIJER SIIMÁNÁ
DHYÁNER BENCE ÁCHI PÁOÁR ÁSHÁY
TAVA PARASH KŚAŃIK DOLÁY

UPAVANE TUMI PHÚLERI SUVÁS
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UPAVANE TUMI PHÚLERI SUVÁS
KARŃIKÁ MÁJHE MADHURI NIRYÁS
SURABHITE BHARO ÁKÁSH VÁTÁS
MRG JÁNE NÁ KASTÚRII KOTHÁY
TAVA PARASH KŚAŃIK DOLÁY

TOMÁR CARAŃ TALE ATAL ANAL DOLE
TAVA PARASH KŚAŃIK DOLÁY







O Lord, below Your feet, at the unfathomable depth, fire swings, with momentary jerk of
Your touch. By Your glance, in Your creation, through Your flute, the mind is satiated. I
am a dust particle of Your feet. I am unable to see beyond myself. I am unable to cross my
own limitations. I am surviving in meditation, with hope of attaining You. In the garden
You are the fragrance of flower, within floral pollen, essence of honey, with fragrance
You fill sky and air. The stag does not know that where is the musk.