ALAKÁR PHÚL, ALAKÁR PHÚL
JHARECHE DHARÁR BÚKE
VISHVE SE JE ATUL
KÁCHE NÁO TÁKE D́EKE
JHARECHE DHARÁR BÚKE
YUGA YUGA DHARI RAYECHI JÁGI
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YUGA YUGA DHARI RAYECHI JÁGI
SABÁI MORÁ TÁNHÁRI LÁGI
MANE DEY DOL KARE UTROL
TÁNRE KHUNJI DUHKHE SUKHE
JHARECHE DHARÁR BÚKE
KE KOTHÁY ÁCHO NIKAT́E ESO
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KE KOTHÁY ÁCHO NIKAT́E ESO
EKAI PREŚAŃÁY BHÁLOBÁSO
ÁNANDÁSHRU ÁR HARŚE HÁSO
SABÁR BANDHU ELO MARTYA LOKE
JHARECHE DHARÁR BÚKE
ALAKÁR PHÚL, ALAKÁR PHÚL
JHARECHE DHARÁR BÚKE
The heavenly flowers are scattering at the bosom of the earth, which are incomparable in
the world. Bring them close by calling. Since ages after ages, we all have remained awake
for You. By swinging the mind, Who makes it restless, I search Him in pain and pleasure.
Wherever are all, come close, love with the direction of One. Smile with tears of joy and
pleasure, the Friend of all has come into the mortal world.