BUJHI, ESECHE MADHUNISHÁ
ABÁR, JALE STHALE DIGVALAYE
PARAVÁSI SEI PRIYA ÁMÁR
PHIRECHE MÁNASA NILAYE
ABÁR, JALE STHALE DIGVALAYE
SHAMITÁNANE SHAUNKITA PRÁŃE
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SHAMITÁNANE SHAUNKITA PRÁŃE
CÁHIYÁ CHILÁM JÁR PATH PÁNE
PAL GUŃIÁ VASANTE PHÁGUNE
UDBHINNA KALI MALAYE
ABÁR, JALE STHALE DIGVALAYE
KE GO ELE CIRA PATHIK AJÁNÁ
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KE GO ELE CIRA PATHIK AJÁNÁ
BOLO TUMI MOR SEI PRIYA KI NÁ
MADHYA NISHIITHE SHUNI JÁR VIIŃÁ
ÁPLÚTA BODHI ÁSAVE
ABÁR, JALE STHALE DIGVALAYE
BUJHI, ESECHE MADHUNISHÁ
ABÁR, JALE STHALE DIGVALAYE
I understood that again, this time, my sweet night has come, in land, water, all over.
That far dwelling Dear of mine, returned back into the mental abode. With smiling face and
doubtful feeling, I was looking at His path counting moments during festivity of spring
with sprouted bud of sandal. Who is ever that unknown traveler, You tell me is He not that
Dear? Whose viin’a’ I listen in the mid night, flooded with intuition.