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GANDHE MÁTÁL KARE DILO
GHUMIYE CHILO ALI JATA
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MOR, PHÚLO VANE MANE GAHANE
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HESE CHILO SE JE PRATI KŚAŃE
HÁSITE TÁHÁR BÁNSHIITE TÁHÁR
KII JHAUNKÁR BEJE CHILO
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BHÚLITE PÁRINÁ ÁMI TÁRE
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BHÚLITE PÁRINÁ ÁMI TÁRE
TÁR UPAMÁ NÁI SAḾSÁRE
BHÁVÁTIITA SE JE RÚPE GUŃE SE JE
MOR MÁJHE DHARÁ DIYECHILO
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The fairy came to the flower garden,
and gave intoxication by its fragrance.
All the bees that were sleeping
awakened by that fragrance and came rushing forth.
In the depth of my mental garden,
He smiles each moment.
What tinkling note resounds from His flute and by His smile!
I am unable to forget Him.
In this world, He has no comparison.
Beyond thought,
He, adorned in beauty and attributes,
came into my fold.