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TUMI, BHESE CALOPRIYA KON SE DESHE
PHÚLER VANE SABÁR MANE MANE

ABHRAUNLEHI GIRIR TUŚÁR STÚPE
RÚPE RÚPE PRATI KŚAŃE KŚAŃE
PHÚLER VANE SABÁR MANE MANE

TOMÁKE BHEVE NIJE KE HÁRÁI,
ÁÁ
TOMÁKE BHEVE NIJE KE HÁRÁI,
TOMÁR SHIKHÁY PRÁŃER PRADIIP JVÁLÁI
TOMÁR PRIITIR SMRITITE GIITI GÁI
PRÁŃER T́ÁNE BHÚLE ABHIMÁNE
PHÚLER VANE SABÁR MANE MANE

ÁMÁR CIDÁKÁSHE TUMII VIDHU,
ÁÁ
ÁMÁR CIDÁKÁSHE TUMII VIDHU,
TOMÁR JYOTSNÁLOKA D́HÁLE MADHU
PRATYABHIGYÁY SAKAL ABHIDHYÁNE
PHÚLER VANE SABÁR MANE MANE

TUMI, BHESE CALOPRIYA KON SE DESHE
PHÚLER VANE SABÁR MANE MANE


O Dear, in which arena You go on floating, into floral garden, into each mind of everyone,
the icy peak of skytouching mountains, into each form all the moments. By thinking of You,
I lose myself. By Your flame, I kindle lamp of my own heart. With memory of Your love, I
sing song, with the pull of heart, forgetting all ego. You are the moon in my mental sky.
Your moonlight pours honey. You are the perfect profound knowledge in everyone’s
meditation.



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