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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
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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
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PRABHÁT RAVI ÁLO D́HÁLE
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 lotus bud,
why are you silent?
Tell me about your inner distress.

At your petals, why have tears dropped?
Who has inflicted injury to the core of your heart?

How many storms came?
How many waves fell upon your soft heart?
And what for?
Tell me all about it.

The morning sun disseminates light.
The moon shines on the earth.
The honeybee approaches,
enquiring with sweetness and love.