PHÚT́ECHE ÁJIKE KATANÁ PHÚL
UPAVANE NAY MANOVANE
DULICHE TÁY PRIITIR SHISHIR DODUL
ÁNAMANE NAY JENE SHUNE
UPAVANE NAY MANOVANE
JÁHÁKE KAKHANO HOYENI PÁOÁ
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JÁHÁKE KAKHANO HOYENI PÁOÁ
LÁJE JÁHÁR PÁNE HOYENI CÁOÁ
JIIVANE JE GÁN HOYENI GÁOÁ
TÁRÁI JENO ELO SANTARPAŃE
UPAVANE NAY MANOVANE
CÁPÁ CHILO JÁ MUKULER MÁJHE
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CÁPÁ CHILO JÁ MUKULER MÁJHE
PHÚT́ILO TÁHÁ KUSUMER SÁJE
CUPI SÁRE SARÁYE LÁJE
MADHU D́HELE DILO GÁNE GÁNE
UPAVANE NAY MANOVANE
PHÚT́ECHE ÁJIKE KATANÁ PHÚL
UPAVANE NAY MANOVANE
Today innumerable flowers have bloomed,
not in the floral garden but in the mental garden.
There, dewdrops oscillate swinging,
not unmindfully but deliberately.
The one who could never be attained, now is being sought after.
The songs that could never be sung in life,
now carefully appeared.
That which was hidden amidst the buds
bloomed as beautiful flowers.
Coming secretly and removing shyness,
He poured honey into song after song.