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EI UNMADA MALAYÁNILE
MADHU GANDHE BHARÁ

BELÁ BAKULER SANE CÁMPÁR KALI
VANETE ÁTMAHÁRÁ
MADHU GANDHE BHARÁ

TOMÁRE PÁOÁR TARE HIYÁ JE VYÁKUL
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
TOMÁRE PÁOÁR TARE HIYÁ JE VYÁKUL
KŚUDRA SARITÁ MOR CHÁPIYECHE KÚL
EKAKE SVAYAMBARÁ
MADHU GANDHE BHARÁ

ESO PRIYA NIIRAVA CARAŃE
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
ESO PRIYA NIIRAVA CARAŃE
MADHUMÁSE PHÚLE VARAŃE VARAŃE
SONÁLII ÁLO JHARÁ,
MADHU GANDHE BHARÁ

EI UNMADA MALAYÁNILE
MADHU GANDHE BHARÁ







In this frenzied sandal breeze,
full of sweet fragrance,
alongside with the bela and bakul flowers in the garden,
the bud of campa has lost itself.


To attain You, my heart is restless.
My small stream overflows on both banks.
Sacrificing and surrendering to One,
the hope of my love oscillates on a swing.

Come with silent feet, dearest,
onto those multi-coloured spring flowers.
Come, scattering Your golden effulgence,
with a smiling mind,
intensely,
into my consciousness.