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106 (13/11/1982) D


PHULER SÁJI SÁTHE NIYE
KE ELO GO KE ELO

GÁNER MÁLÁ HÁTE NIYE
SURER SROTE BHÁSÁLO
BAKUL BELÁ CHOKH MELE CÁY
MADHUP PUŚPA NESHÁ DHARÁY
BHRAMAR KATHÁ SHONÁTE CÁY
MADHUR GANDHE MÁTÁLO
KE ELO GO KE ELO

DÚR ÁKÁSHER TÁRÁ HÁSE
PHULER PARÁG HAOÁY BHÁSE
PRÁŃER PARÁG TÁTE MISHE
VISHVA BHUVAN RÁNGÁLO
KE ELO GO KE ELO

SUDIIRGHA KÁL BASE BASE
CHINU JÁHÁR ÁSÁR ÁSHE
SE EI PRÁTE NIJER HÁTE
VASANTA DOL DOLÁLO
KE ELO GO KE ELO
PHULER SÁJI SÁTHE NIYE
KE ELO GO KE ELO


Bearing with Him a flower basket,
who came, O who came?
With a garland of songs in His hand,
He set me afloat on His stream of melody.

The mimusops jasmine blossoms have opened their eyes.
The Indian olive scatters joyous intoxication.


The black bee tries to speak,
intoxicated with sweet fragrance.

In the distant sky the stars are smiling
and pollen float in the air,
blending with the pollen of life.
The vast universe has become scarlet red.

For a long time I sat and waited
until the one whom I awaited,
with His own hand, rocked the cradle of song.

Who came, O Lord, who came?








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