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4 (18/9/1982) K MADHUR GIITI


SAKAL MANER VIIŃÁ EK SURE BÁJE ÁJ
SAKAL HRDAYE SAORABH

NANDANA MADHU SÁJE ELE TUMI DHARÁ MÁJHE
DILE SABE EK ANUBHAV

SAKAL MANER VIIŃÁ EK SURE BÁJE ÁJ
SAKAL HRDAYE SAORABH

CHINŔO NÁ, CHINŔO NÁ, E KUSUMA MÁLÁKHÁNI
MAMATÁR SÁRÁ VAEBHAV

SAKAL MANER VIIŃÁ EK SURE BÁJE ÁJ
SAKAL HRDAYE SAORABH

ESO TUMI ÁRO KÁCHE, ÁRO KÁCHE, ÁRO KÁCHE
NIYE JÁO JÁHÁ KICHU SAB

SAKAL MANER VIIŃÁ EK SURE BÁJE ÁJ
SAKAL HRDAYE SAORABH



SONG OF SWEETNESS

The lyres of all minds play
to the same tune today.
There is fragrance in all hearts.

You came onto this earth
with Your exquisite appearance
and gave the same feeling to all.

Do not tear my garland of flowers,
my entire wealth of compassion.

Come close to me,
come closer, still closer,
take all that I have.









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