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MADHU, MÁLATIIR MANE KII MÁYÁ CHILO
TÁ JÁNE NÁ LOKE

JYOTSNÁLOKE SE KII KATHÁ KAHILO
BUJHE CHILO SHASHÁUNKE
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BOLE CHILO SABE CALE EI CARÁCARE
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BOLE CHILO SABE CALE EI CARÁCARE
ÁSE ÁR CALE JÁY KEU NÁ RODHE KÁHÁRE
ALAKÁPURIIR PRIITI JHARE SABÁKÁR PARE
UJJVALA ARUŃÁLOKE
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ÁRO BOLE CHILO EKAI PRIYATAMA SABÁKÁR
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ÁRO BOLE CHILO EKAI PRIYATAMA SABÁKÁR
SMITA SHUCI SHUBHAUNKARA SARVÁDHÁR
HE CIRA ALAKH DYUTI TÁRI PARAMÁ PRIITI
PRATI PALAKE JHALAKE
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MADHU, MÁLATIIR MANE KII MÁYÁ CHILO
TÁ JÁNE NÁ LOKE







People don’t know what charm exists
in the mind of the sweet malati flower.

The moon understood
what it said under the moonlight.

It told that in this world,
all move,
all come and go,
that nobody can stop anyone.
In the bright sunlight
heavenly love falls on all.

It told further,
that only one is the beloved of all
who is base of all,
pure, benevolent, and ever smiling.
O eternal and unseen effulgence,
Your extreme love shines each moment.