3516 (24/04/1986) D


KALI BOLE CHILO ALI KENO
MOR KÁCHE KABHU ÁSE NÁ

GUL BÁGICÁY UŔE CALE JÁY
MOR PÁNE KENO CÁY NÁ
MOR KÁCHE KABHU ÁSE NÁ

PRASTUTA ÁMI HOTECHI SATATA
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PRASTUTA ÁMI HOTECHI SATATA
MANANETE MADHU KARI SAINCITA
BHÁVER ABHÁVE THÁKI MÁTHÁ NATA
SE? PRIYA KE TABU BHÚLI NÁ
MOR KÁCHE KABHU ÁSE NÁ

KOMAL PÁPAŔI LÁJE MURCHÁY
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KOMAL PÁPAŔI LÁJE MURCHÁY
PARÁGER RÁGE TANIMÁ PHOT́ÁY
ANURÁGE SURE RÁGE GÁN GÁY
CETANÁ KETANE D́HÁKE NÁ
MOR KÁCHE KABHU ÁSE NÁ

KALI BOLE CHILO ALI KENO
MOR KÁCHE KABHU ÁSE NÁ







The bud told:
“Why doesn’t the honeybee ever come to me?

It flies through the floral garden,
but doesn’t look at me.

I remain constantly prepared, collecting mental honey.
I keep my head low for want of feelings.
Yet I never forget my most beloved.

Soft petals faint with shyness.
Tenderness blooms with the love of pollen.
I sing my song in the tune of love,
upholding the flag of consciousness.”