PHÁLGUNE MOR PHÚLA VANE
PHÁLGUNE MOR PHÚLA VANE
PHÁLGUNE MOR PHÚLA VANE
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CINITE PÁRINI SVÁGATA KARINI
HÁSILE BOLILE NÁ
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TAVA SPANDANE BHUVAN BHARILO
TOMÁR CHANDE ÁLOŔAN ELO
TAVA DRIŚT́ITE NÁSHILO CAKITE
JAD́ATÁR JATA MÁNÁ
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BHÁLOBÁSO TÁO BOLITE HOLONÁ
BHÁLOBÁSO TÁO BOLITE HOLONÁ
BHÁLOBÁSO TÁO BOLITE HOLONÁ
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BHÁLOBÁSO TÁO BOLITE HOLONÁ
MUKHARATÁRA PRAYOJANA CHILO NÁ
NIIRAVA BHÁŚÁTE MADHU CÁHANITE
D́HELE DILE KARUŃÁ
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PHÁLGUNE MOR PHÚLA VANE
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In spring,
into my floral garden,
who is that unknown You who came?
I did not recognise You.
I did not welcome You.
I did not talk to You smilingly.
Your vibration fills the world.
By Your rhythm, all are stirred.
By Your glance, all inertia is instantly destroyed.
In Your love, which cannot be conveyed with words,
there is no purpose of showing off sweetness.
With silent language, glancing sweetly,
You give compassion.