TU KE BHÁLOBÁSI TÁI BÁRE BÁRE ÁSI
EMAN T́I NÁI BHÁL LI, NÁI BHÁL LI
NÁI BHÁL LI RE
TU MÚR CÁNDER HÁSI RETER BÁNSHII
TUI NÁI JÁN LI, NÁI JÁN LI, NÁI JÁN LI RE
VIHÁN BELÁY KARIS RAUNGER KHELÁ
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VIHÁN BELÁY KARIS RAUNGER KHELÁ
DÚPUR BELÁ LÁGÁS KÁJER MELÁ
LÁCER HAŔKÁ LÁGÁM SÁNJHER BELÁ
MAHUL RÚKHER PHÚLE? MADHU D́HÁLI RE
TU MUR MANER MANIŚ MAN LIYE KHELIS
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TU MUR MANER MANIŚ MAN LIYE KHELIS
TUR MANE MUR MANE MELÁI PHELIS
TU BAŔ MU CHOT IT́A NÁI BUJHELI RE
TU KE BHÁLOBÁSI TÁI BÁRE BÁRE ÁSI
EMAN T́I NÁI BHÁL LI, NÁI BHÁL LI
NÁI BHÁLOLI RE
I love You, hence come again and again, but contunuing like this is also not good. You are
the smile of my moon, flute sound at the sand. Do not You know that? At the morning time
You play the game of colours. And at noon, You place me amidst crowd of action. At
evening, You engage me in flood of dance and pour honey in the flowers over the mahul
tree. You are my beloved, playing with my mind, merging my mind with that of Yours. You
are Great and I am meager, do not You understand that?