KAMAL KALI KÁNDACHO KENO
KÁHÁR KATHÁ MANE PAŔECHE
HIMÁNIITE SANDHYÁ VÁTE
KE VYATHÁTE BHARE DIYECHE
KÁHÁR KATHÁ MANE PAŔECHE
MANER KATHÁ KAO NÁ MORE
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MANER KATHÁ KAO NÁ MORE
ESECHI LOKE TOMÁR TARE
PRIITIIR KAŃÁY SPARSHA KARE
SAKAL MADHU NIYE NIYECHE
KÁHÁR KATHÁ MANE PAŔECHE
KAMAL KALI KÁNDACHO KENO
KÁHÁR KATHÁ MANE PAŔECHE
KAMAL VANE TUMI THÁKO
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KAMAL VANE TUMI THÁKO
AMAL MANE GANDHE D́HÁKO
ÁVILATÁ SARIYE RÁKHO
KE TOMÁKE BHÚL BUJHECHE
KÁHÁR KATHÁ MANE PAŔECHE
KAMAL KALI KÁNDACHO KENO
KÁHÁR KATHÁ MANE PAŔECHE
O lotus bud,
why are you crying?
Whose events have entered your mind?
In the snowy evening wind,
who has filled you with agony?
Tell me the internal matters of your mind.
I have come to this world for you.
Touching you with particles of love,
who has stolen your entire sweetness?
You stay in the garden of loti,
covering the pure mind with fragrance.
Keeping impurities away,
who would consider you a wrongdoer?