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ÁKÁSHE SHÚNYE BHESE
PSARÁRÁ, KON SE DESHE JÁY

MANERI MAŃIKOT́HÁY SUR JHARIYE,
KENO DOLÁ DEYA,
KON SE DESHE JÁY

BHÁSE SE KISER ÁSHÁY,
ÁÁ
BHÁSE SE KISER ÁSHÁY,
KE JÁNE KÁR IISHÁRÁY
KON ÁLO LÁGALO BHÁLO
JÁRE SE PARÁŃ BHARE CÁY,
KON SE DESHE JÁY

KE GO SE DÚRER PRIYA,
ÁÁ
KE GO SE DÚRER PRIYA,
SUDÚREO ÁKARŚAŃIIYA
SE SUDHÁ EI VASUDHÁ
NITE GIYE NIJEKE HÁRÁYA,
KON SE DESHE JÁY

D́ÁKE NÁ KENO KÁCHE,
ÁÁ
D́ÁKE NÁ KENO KÁCHE,
KENO SE DÚRE RAYECHE
DÚRER PRIYA HIYÁY NIO
MANERI MAŃI MAINJÚŚÁYA,
KON SE DESHE JÁY

ÁKÁSHE SHÚNYE BHESE
APSARÁRÁ, KON SE DESHE JÁY


In the void of the sky, the engels are soaring, to what place are they going? Flowing
fountain of melody in the mental casket, why oscillations come? With what expectations are
they floating, who knows under whose inspiration and indication? Which brilliance they
liked towards which they are going overwhelmingly. Who is their dear at the distance, who
attracts them from a distance? Losing oneself, they have gone to fetch that nectar to the
earth. Why does not He call close? Why does He stay far? That distant Dear has taken the
heart.



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