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PHÁGUN ELO MANE NÁ JÁNIYE
MANOVANE PHUL SÁJIYE

SHUŚKA VISHIIRŃA MAN MÁJHE
SARAS CHAVI ENKE DIYE
MANOVANE PHUL SÁJIYE

JE SHÁKHÁY CHILO NÁ KONO PHÚL
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
JE SHÁKHÁY CHILO NÁ KONO PHÚL
CHILO NÁ PÁTÁ CHILO NÁ MUKUL
TÁHÁTE SABUJA PÁTÁ ENE DIYE
PHÚLER SHOBHÁ DILE BHARIYE
MANOVANE PHUL SÁJIYE

JEMANE CHILO NÁ KONO MADHU
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
JEMANE CHILO NÁ KONO MADHU
JE ÁKÁSHE CHILO NÁ VIDHU
CIRA KÁLERA SEI JE BANDHU
TÁKEO NIYE ELE PATH BHÚLIYE
MANOVANE PHUL SÁJIYE

PHÁGUN ELO MANE NÁ JÁNIYE
MANOVANE PHUL SÁJIYE


Without me noticing it, spring came into my mind
and decorated my mental garden with flowers.

In the dry and torn mind of mine, it drew a beautiful sketch.

You brought green leaves.
You filled with floral beauty
the branches that were bereft of flowers
that carried neither leaves nor buds.

The mind in which there was no honey -
the sky in which there was no moon -
in that situation,
the eternal companion came down, forgetting the path,
and carrying with Him all that which had been missing.







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