PHÚLER VANE ÁNAMANE
BHRAMAR ELO KENO BOLO
MANER KOŃE SAḾGOPANE
HOLO SAORABHE UDDVELO
BHRAMAR ELO KENO BOLO
ÁKÁSHA PÁTÁL SABAI CENÁ
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ÁKÁSHA PÁTÁL SABAI CENÁ
SAB KHÁNE TÁR ÁNÁ GONÁ
NIIRAVA RÁTE VIINÁ HÁTE
JHAUNKÁRE HOYE CAINCALO
BHRAMAR ELO KENO BOLO
CIRA KÁLER ACENÁ SE
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CIRA KÁLER ACENÁ SE
PRIITI MADHU ÁSHE ÁSE
CHANDE SURE MÁNAS PURE
SAḾGIITE HOYE UCCHALO
BHRAMAR ELO KENO BOLO
PHÚLER VANE ÁNAMANE
BHRAMAR ELO KENO BOLO
The bee unmindfully came into my garden,
tell me why.
The recess of my mind
secretly became restless with fragrance.
The sky and the netherworld are both known to Him.
Everywhere His movement is apparent.
In the silent night with a viina in hand,
He engrosses by His tinkling.
He was unknown for a very long time,
but He came with the hope of the honey of love.
The mental world,
through rhythm and melody,
enlivened with music and songs.