BHRAMAR ELO GUNGUNIYE
KENO BOLO PHÚLO VANE
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PHÚLO VANE KI MANOVANE
CÁNDER HÁSI PHÚLER KHUSHII
UPCE PAŔE TÁRI SANE
PHÚLO VANE KI MANOVANE
ÁKÁSH VÁTÁS SATATA ÁJI
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ÁKÁSH VÁTÁS SATATA ÁJI
RAḾGE RAḾGE UT́HLO SÁJI
KÁHÁR VIIŃÁR TANTRII KHUNJI
DILO SE SUR VIJANE
PHÚLO VANE KI MANOVANE
KENO BHRAMAR HAT́HÁT ESE
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KENO BHRAMAR HAT́HÁT ESE
MANER PHÚLE ÁJ KE BASE
THEKE SE JÁY SABÁR SHEŚE
KENOI BÁ TÁ KE JÁNE
PHÚL VANE KI MANOVANE
BHRAMAR ELO GUNGUNIYE
KENO BOLO PHÚLO VANE
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PHÚLO VANE KI MANOVANE
The bee came humming into the floral garden.
Tell me why.
Did it come into the floral garden or into the mental garden?
Due to it,
the smile of the moon and the joy of flowers began to overflow.
Today the sky and the air are intoxicated
and rise up with colourful decoration.
Whose sound was found
in the lonely tune of the strings of the viina?
Why did the bee suddenly come today
and sat down on the mental flower?
It stays till the end of everything.
Why so? Who knows?