SHÁRAD SÁNJHE SMITA SHEFÁLII
SURABHITE KÁKE PETE CÁY
SÁDÁ MEGH SANE SNIGDHA SVANANE
SAKAL SIIMÁNÁ BHEUNGE JÁY
SURABHITE KÁKE PETE CÁY
BÁDHÁ DITE TÁKE KEHO NÁHI ÁR
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BÁDHÁ DITE TÁKE KEHO NÁHI ÁR
PRATI PALAKE PULAKE SAMÁHÁR
BHULOKER SHEŚE DYULOKA SIIMÁY
DOLA DEY DIVYA DOLÁY
SURABHITE KÁKE PETE CÁY
ANEKER KATHÁ BHÚLE JÁY MAN
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ANEKER KATHÁ BHÚLE JÁY MAN
EKER ÁKUTI BHARE JE JIIVAN
ANEKE NIHITA JE EK AMITA
TÁTE SPANDITA DYOTANÁY
SURABHITE KÁKE PETE CÁY
SHÁRAD SÁNJHE SMITA SHEFÁLII
SURABHITE KÁKE PETE CÁY
On this winter evening,
who does the smiling shefali flower seek by its fragrance?
With the white clouds and the soft breeze,
it wants to break all limitations.
There is no one to obstruct it.
Each moment is a collection of joy.
At the end of the world,
at the boundary of heaven,
it swings into heavenly oscillations.
The mind wants to forget multiplicities.
With one sincere longing, life is filled.
Located within many, is the immeasurable one,
illuminating all by His vibration.