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KAMAL KALI NIIRAVA KENO,
KAO NÁ ÁMÁY MANER KATHÁ

PÁPAŔITE KENO JHARE ASHRU
KE DIYECHE MARME VYATHÁ
KAO NÁ ÁMÁY MANER KATHÁ

KATAI JHÁPAT́Á ESE PAŔE,
ÁÁ
KATAI JHÁPAT́Á ESE PAŔE,
TOMÁR PARE URMI JHAŔE,
KOMAL PRÁŃE SAB KII KARE
KAO ÁMÁRE SE VÁRTÁ,
KAO NÁ ÁMÁY MANER KATHÁ

PRABHÁT RAVI ÁLO D́HÁLE,
ÁÁ
PRABHÁT RAVI ÁLO D́HÁLE, I
RÁY RÁKÁ JHALAMALE,
BHOMRÁ ESE KII JÁY BOLE
BHÁLOBESE MADHURATÁ,
KAO NÁ ÁMÁY MANER KATHÁ

KAMAL KALI NIIRAVA KENO,
KAO NÁ ÁMÁY MANER KATHÁ


O the lotus bud, why are you silent, tell me about your mental affairs. At your petals,
why tears are dropped, who has inflicted injury to core of your heart? How many storms
came and waves have fallen on you, at soft heart, what for? Tell me all details. The
morning sun pours light, and moon shines the earth. The honeybee coming what goes on
saying with sweetness and love.



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