LUBIN SÁNJHE LUTUN CÁNDE
D́ÁK DIYE JÁY KENE GO
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HAMÁR MANE SABÁR MANE
HAŔKÁ LÁMÁY KENE GO
UŚÁR ÁNKHI CHALA CHALA
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BHULATE LÁRI UYÁKE BHÁVI
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BHULATE LÁRI UYÁKE BHÁVI
UYÁR BHÁVEI HÁSI D́UBI
UYÁR LÁGI SAKAL TYÁGI
MAN HOLO VIKALO
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RÁTE DINE SÁNJHA VIHÁNE
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RÁTE DINE SÁNJHA VIHÁNE
UYÁKE CÁI MAUL VANE
Ú RÁJÁ MUR MOHAN MADHUR
JIIVANE SAMBALO
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LUBIN SÁNJHE LUTUN CÁNDE
D́ÁK DIYE JÁY KENE GO
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O Lord, in setting dusk with new moon, why do You go on calling me? You tell me. Why do
You bring flood into my mind and all minds, overflowing dry eyes? I cannot forget Him, in
spite of willing, smiling in that ideation, I sink. For The One for Whom I renounced all
my mind is restless. Day and night, morning evening, I want Him in the mahul grove. He is
my sweet charming King strength and treasure of my life.