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2102 (20/11/1984) D


ÁMI KUSUM PARÁGE BHESE JÁI, ÁR
PIK KALATÁNE GÁI

ÁMI NIRÁSHA HRDAYE ÁSHÁ DIIP
ÁMI MARUTE TARU SÁJÁI
ÁMI KUSUM PARÁGE BHESE JÁI, ÁR
PIK KALATÁNE GÁI

ÁMÁY JE NÁ CENE, JE BÁ CENE
JE NÁ MÁNE, JE BÁ MÁNE
SABÁKÁR MANE MÁDHURII ENE
DHARÁTE SUDHÁ BAHÁI
ÁMI KUSUM PARÁGE BHESE JÁI, ÁR
PIK KALATÁNE GÁI

SABÁKÁR TARE ÁCHI GO
SABÁI KE BÁLOBÁSIGO
SABÁI KE NIYE DUHKHA BHÚLIYE
AMRTERA PÁNE DHÁI
ÁMI KUSUM PARÁGE BHESE JÁI, ÁR
PIK KALATÁNE GÁI


I float on with the pollen of flowers
and sing along to the cuckoo's call.

To hopeless hearts,
I am the lamp of hope.
I decorate the desert with trees.

Irrespective of whether or not one knows me,
of whether or not one accepts me -
into the minds of all,
I flow sweetness-filled nectar.

I am for all.
I love all.
Taking all along,
making everyone forget their sorrows,
I rush on, full of nectar.







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