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ÁMÁR E PHÚLVANE SAḾGOPANE
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KISHALAY PEYE NILAY
MAN RÁUNGÁLO BHULE SAKAL LÁJ
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BULBULI GÁY SHÁKHÁY BASE
ÁMRA MUKUL GANDHE HÁSE
ÁMRA MUKUL GANDHE HÁSE
ÁMRA MUKUL GANDHE HÁSE
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ÁMRA MUKUL GANDHE HÁSE
KINSHUKER RÚP NABHE BHÁSE
SÁJIYE NOTUN SÁJ
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ÁKUL BAKUL DHULÁY JHARE
SHÁLMALI CÁY SPARDHÁ BHARE
SHÁLMALI CÁY SPARDHÁ BHARE
SHÁLMALI CÁY SPARDHÁ BHARE
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SHÁLMALI CÁY SPARDHÁ BHARE
PÁRUL TÁKÁY URDHVA SHIRE
KÁMPIYE KANAK TÁJ
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Into my floral garden, who has secretly come today?

The tender leaf found an abode.
My mind is coloured and forgets all its works.

The bulbul bird sings, perched on the branch of a tree.
The mango buds smile in the fragrance that they diffuse.
In a new decoration, the red beauty of kinshuk flowers shines in the sky.

The distressed bakul flowers have dropped onto the ground.
The silk cotton tree is defiant.
The trumpet flower, parul, looks overhead, shaking its golden crown.