BHÁLOBESECHILE TUMI
KON GUŃA DEKHIÁ ÁMÁTE
KON GUŃA DEKHIÁ ÁMÁTE
ATHAVÁ ELE PATH BHULE
KIMVÁ KON KICHU KÁJETE
KON GUŃA DEKHIÁ ÁMÁTE
KON GUŃA DEKHIÁ ÁMÁTE
SHIITER UTTURE HAOÁ KAY
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SHIITER UTTURE HAOÁ KAY
BHÚL TAVA HOIVÁR NAY
ELE KI KARITE PARICAY
ATHAVÁ MISHITE OTAHPROTE
KON GUŃA DEKHIÁ ÁMÁTE
KON GUŃA DEKHIÁ ÁMÁTE
MADHUMÁSE KISHALAY KAYE D́EKE
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MADHUMÁSE KISHALAY KAYE D́EKE
SE PATHIK JÁNE JE TOMÁKE
TOMÁR PRATIT́I AŃU AŃUKE
BHÁLOBÁSO SE JÁNÁRAI SHROTE
KON GUŃA DEKHIÁ ÁMÁTE
KON GUŃA DEKHIÁ ÁMÁTE
O Lord, You loved me, what deserving good quality did You see in me or did You come
missing the way or was it with some purpose? The northern wind of the winter tells that
there cannot be any mistake by You. Did You come for acquientence or for merging
individually and collectively? The tender leaves of the spring month tells calling, “
the traveler knows you well, each atom of yours”. Knowing the origin, you love Him.