TUMI PRIITI D́HELE DILE KON VANE
PHÚLA VANE NÁ MANOVANE
PHULER KALIRÁ JÁGIÁ UT́HECHE
TÁLE TÁLE NÁCE ANAMANE
PHÚLA VANE NÁ MANOVANE
PÁPŔI TÁDER TAVA MADHU BHARÁ
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PÁPŔI TÁDER TAVA MADHU BHARÁ
TOMÁRE KARECHE SVAYAMBARÁ
PRÁŃER ÁKUTI BHÁV SAḾPRIITI
D́HÁLIÁ DITECHE PRATI KŚAŃE
PHÚLA VANE NÁ MANOVANE
MANER PARÁGE JABE ELE TUMI
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MANER PARÁGE JABE ELE TUMI
TOMÁR PARASHE CIDÁKÁSHA CÚMI
CHAŔIYE PAŔECHE ASIIMER MAJHE
MAHÁDYOTANÁR NIHSVANE
PHÚLA VANE NÁ MANOVANE
TUMI PRIITI D́HELE DILE KON VANE
PHÚLA VANE NÁ MANOVANE
Into which garden did You pour out Your love,
the floral garden or the mental garden?
The flower buds are now blooming,
and dance unmindfully to Your rhythm.
Their petals are filled with Your honey.
They adore You each moment,
pouring out the sincerity of their heart,
and the perfection of their love.
When You arrived with mental fragrance,
and Your touch kissed the firmament of my mind,
Your selfless effulgence scattered in the infinite.