TUMI ESECHO ÁMÁRI KÁCHE
PHUL VANE NAY MANO VANE
REŃUTE REŃUTE JAŔIE ÁCHE
TOMÁR MÁDHURII PRATI KŚAŃE
PHUL VANE NAY MANO VANE
NIDÁGHERI DÁHANE SARIE DIYE
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NIDÁGHERI DÁHANE SARIE DIYE
VARAŚÁR SARASATÁ DILE BHARIE
SHARATE SHEFÁLI MÁJHE/ (SÁNJHE?) SUVÁS ÁNIYE
SÁDÁ MEGHER AMBARE RAJATÁNANE
PHUL VANE NAY MANO VANE
HEMANTE HIMA PAVANER SVANANE
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HEMANTE HIMA PAVANER SVANANE
SHIITER JÁDYA MÁJHE SUKHA TAPANE
MADHU MÁSE MADHU DHELE DILE MANANE
SHIMUL BAKUL BADARIKÁ KÁNANE
PHUL VANE NAY MANO VANE
TUMI ESECHO ÁMÁRI KÁCHE
PHUL VANE NAY MANO VANE
O Lord, You came to me, not in the floral garden, but in the mental garden. Each moment
Your sweetness is embedded in each particle. Removing the burn of the hot sun, You filled
the freshness of rain. You brought the fragrance within the shefa’lii flowers during
winter, and white clouds on the silvery face of the sky. With resonance of snowy breeze
during autumn, and pleasing warmth during cold inertial winter, during spring, You poured
honey within mind and in the garden of plum, shimul and bakul.