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KUNJA VITÁNE DAKŚINÁ PAVANE
KENO ELE KE JÁNE MOR MANE
MOR MANE GO MOR MANE

ÁNKHITE CHILO MÁYÁ
CHILO SHYÁMALA CHÁYÁ
SAB CÁOÁ PÁOÁ EK SANE
MOR MANE GO MOR MANE

TAVA CARAŃER MOR ASHEŚA PRAŃATI
JVÁLIE CHILUM SHATA DIIPÁRATI
SABAI MANE MANE GOPANE GAHANE
PRIYA PRABHU SANE PRÁŃE PRÁŃE
MOR MANE GO MOR MANE

SE MOR ANUBHUTI RAYECHE SMARAŃE
SHRAVAŃE MANANE NIDIDHYÁSANE
GEYECHI ITIGÁTHÁ SHUNE ITIKATHÁ
AMIYA MADHURATÁ SMITÁNANE
MOR MANE GO MOR MANE

KUNJA VITÁNE DAKŚINÁ PAVANE
KENO ELE KE JÁNE MOR MANE







O Lord, in the shrub arbor, with southern breeze, why did You come into my mind, who
knows. Eyes were charmed, there was green shade, all desires and achievements were
together. At Your feet, my endless salutations, I have kindled hundreds of decorative lamp
waving. In all mind, in depth and secrecy, O Dear Lord, You are merged together in each
life. With hearing, meditating and concentrating, I sing Your glories and listen to the
history of Your nectar like sweetness and smiling face.