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PHÚLE PHÚLE SÁJÁLE VANABHÚMI
KE GO TUMI
MOR MÁJHE ELE NÁ BOLE NÁ KAYE

TAVA JÁOÁ ÁSÁ MADHURA HÁSÁ
NÁ JÁNIYE MOR MAN GELO SE NIYE
MOR MÁJHE ELE NÁ BOLE NÁ KAYE

SHATA DHÁRE ÁMÁRE GHIRE REKHECHO
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
SHATA DHÁRE ÁMÁRE GHIRE REKHECHO
TAVA PRIITI TAVA GIITI D́HELE DIYECHO
TUMI, ÁMÁR JÁNI DHARITE PÁRINI
LIILÁ RASE BHESE JÁO KII ABHINAYE
MOR MÁJHE ELE NÁ BOLE NÁ KAYE

TOMÁRE JÁNÁ JÁY DHARITE NÁ PÁYÁ JÁY
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
TOMÁRE JÁNÁ JÁY DHARITE NÁ PÁYÁ JÁY
KŚUDRA SÁMARTHYA BUJHE OT́HÁ NÁ JÁY
T́ÁNO KARUŃÁ KARE TAVA DYUTI SÁGARE
AMEYA APÁR CHANDE TÁLE LAYE
MOR MÁJHE ELE NÁ BOLE NÁ KAYE

PHÚLE PHÚLE SÁJÁLE VANABHÚMI
KE GO TUMI
MOR MÁJHE ELE NÁ BOLE NÁ KAYE


You decorated the forest with fruits and flowers.
Who are You?
You entered my being without speaking, without telling anything.

Your coming and going,
Your sweet smile,
have captured my mind without me being aware of it.

You kept me surrounded by hundreds of styles.
You poured on me Your love and song.
I know You are mine,
but I am unable to hold You.
You float on in the flow of Your divine play.
What sort of acting is this?

You may be known
but it is not possible to hold You.
With meagre capacity,
it is difficult to understand You.
Mercifully, You pull me unto Your ocean of effulgence,
with immeasurable and unlimited rhythm,

with beats and melody.









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