3855 (01/12/1986) K


EI PRADOŚE JALADÁKÁSHE
GÁN GEYE GEYE KE SE BHESE JÁY

AMITA NILAYE DIGVALAYE
SNIGDHA PARASHE MALAY VÁY
GÁN GEYE GEYE KE SE BHESE JÁY

KETAKI KESHARE KE SE KRTA KABARII
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KETAKI KESHARE KE SE KRTA KABARII
HOE BHÁVI JEGE SÁRÁ VIBHÁVARII
SHRUTI PATHE D́HELE DIYE SMITA SURABHI
E PRÁVRIT́E KI VÁŃII SHONÁY
GÁN GEYE GEYE KE SE BHESE JÁY

DIN TITHI VÁR MITI BHULÁIÁ DEY
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DIN TITHI VÁR MITI BHULÁIÁ DEY
SE AJÁNÁ ATITHI MÁDHURII MÁYÁY
MOHAN SUHÁSE TÁR DYUTI JHALAKÁY
NITI NITI TÁR SMRTI RABHASE MÁTÁY
GÁN GEYE GEYE KE SE BHESE JÁY







This evening,
amidst the cloudy sky,
constantly singing songs,
who is He, gliding though the horizon’s unlimited home,
with the sandal breeze’s soft touch?

With ketakii fragrance applied on my chignon,
I have been wondering the whole night
who it was who poured smiling fragrance into my ears,
conveying an unknown message,
during this rain?

That unknown traveler makes me forget,
with sweet charm,
day, date and time.
Amidst a charming smile His glow is seen.
His memory thrills me constantly with upsurge.