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VASANTA ESECHE PHÚL PHOT́ECHE,
MADHU KŚARIYÁ JÁY,

SUMANDÁNILE KISHALAY DOLE,
VEŃUKÁ KII GIITIKÁ GÁY
MADHU KŚARIYÁ JÁY,

DEKHO GO PURA VÁSII E KII RAUNGER MELÁ
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DEKHO GO PURA VÁSII E KII RAUNGER MELÁ
SRAVAŃE MANANE ÁJI KE DOLA LIILÁ
JIIVANERI JATA BHÁUNGÁ GAŔÁR KHELÁ,
SABAI EKETE MISHÁY,
MADHU KŚARIYÁ JÁY,

CÁI NÁ KONO KICHU ÁJI TOMÁR KÁCHE
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CÁI NÁ KONO KICHU ÁJI TOMÁR KÁCHE
CÁI JE SAB KICHU VILÁTE TAVA KÁJE
PHELIÁ GRHA KÁJA ASHAN VASAN SÁJE
AŃU JE BHÚMÁTE MURACHÁY,
MADHU KŚARIYÁ JÁY,

VASANTA ESECHE PHÚL PHOT́ECHE,
MADHU KŚARIYÁ JÁY,



The spring has come, flowers have bloomed, and the honey oozes out. With very soft breeze,
the tender leaves swing, what song does the bamboo grove sing? O the inhabitants, what a
festivity of colour is this? With hearing and thinking today what a game, liila’ of
swings? All the game of creation and destruction, go on merging n One. O Lord, I do not
want anything from You today. I want to lose everything for Your purpose. Refusing the
household works, food and decorative clothing, the microcosm gets immersed in Macrocosm.


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