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EI, GHAN NABH NIILE ELE,
PRIITI BHARÁ HRDAYE
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MÁSA RITU SÁL SAB DÚRE PHELE,
AKÁLER NILAYE
PRIITI BHARÁ HRIDAYE
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PHÁGUNE MÁDHAVI MANE TUMI SURABHI
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PHÁGUNE MÁDHAVI MANE TUMI SURABHI
ÁGUNE PALÁSH VANE RAUNGIIN CHAVI
JÁHÁ JÁNI JÁHÁ NÁ JÁNI TUMII SABAI,
ÁJ DILE JÁNIYE
PRIITI BHARÁ HRIDAYE
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NIDÁGHER UTTÁPE TUMII ULKÁ
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NIDÁGHER UTTÁPE TUMII ULKÁ
SHARATE RÚPÁLI MEGHE BHÁSÁ BALÁKÁ
VASANTE NAVA KISHALAYE D́HÁKÁ,
PATHE CALO EGIYE
PRIITI BHARÁ HRIDAYE
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EI, GHAN NABH NIILE ELE,
PRIITI BHARÁ HRDAYE
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Under this deep blue sky,
with a heart full of love,
You came to my home at an unexpected moment.

All sense of time and tide,
of season or era, were cast off.

It’s springtime,
and You are fragrance in the core of the madhavii flowers,

And the panorama of fire-red flowers in a palash forest.

Whatever I know and don’t know,
You are all of it. You’ve made that known today.

In the summer heat,
You flash like a meteorite.

Like silver clouds in autumn,
You float, a gliding swan.

And in spring, under a cover of new leaves,
You move forward on the path.









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