D́EKE D́EKE CÁI TOMÁKE
SHUNATE TUMI PÁO NÁ
SHUNALE PARE CÁITE PHIRE
THÁKATE DÚRE PÁRATE NÁ
SHUNATE TUMI PÁO NÁ
D́ÁKI TOMÁY NIDÁGH JVÁLÁY
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D́ÁKI TOMÁY NIDÁGH JVÁLÁY
ASAHYA MARUR HALAKÁY
VARŚÁ RÁTE KEYÁR SÁTHE
BHÁSIYE PARÁG JÁNO KI NÁ
SHUNATE TUMI PÁO NÁ
SHARAT SÁNJHE SHIULI SÁTHE
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SHARAT SÁNJHE SHIULI SÁTHE
KUSH KÁSHERI VARŃE GIITE
HEMANTERI SHISHIR PÁTE
BHIJIYE DHÁRÁR LAINCHANÁ
SHUNATE TUMI PÁO NÁ
SHIITER JAD́ATÁRI MÁJHE
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SHIITER JAD́ATÁRI MÁJHE
ÁŔAŚT́A MAN TOMÁY JÁCE
VASANTERI PHULER SÁJE
MADHUR TOMÁY RÚPE NÁNÁ
SHUNATE TUMI PÁO NÁ
D́EKE D́EKE CÁI TOMÁKE
SHUNATE TUMI PÁO NÁ
I want You with each call.
But You seem to be unable to hear it.
Had You heard my call,
You would not have remained far away.
I call You during the summer heat,
and in the intolerable and sudden hot wave of the desert.
I call You during rainy nights
amidst the floating ketakii fragrance.
Do You not know that?
I call You in the autumn evening amidst shiulii flowers.
I call You with songs amidst the colourful and tall grass.
I call You during the prewinter period,
amidst the fall of dewdrops, wet with worldly blemish.
I call You during the inertia of winter
when the inert mind seeks You.
I call You during spring, amidst floral decorations.
I call You through the various charming forms of Yours.