TUMI, KAKHAN KII BHÁVE RAYE GECHO
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KOTHÁ SUMUKHE DÁŃŔIYE HÁSITECHO
KOTHÁ MANER GAHANE LUKIYECHO
DHARI KII KARE
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KABHU, KUSUM PARÁG MÁKHIYECHO
KABHU ASHANI SVANANE SHUNIYECHO
KABHU VAJRA DAHANE DAHIYECHO
TABU BHOLONI MORE
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AINJÁNE MOR ÁNKHI ENKECHO
ALAKÁR ÁSHIIS D́HELECHO
MORE PHÚLE PHALE BHARE DIYECHO
AKÁTARE PRABHU THARE THARE
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TUMI, KAKHAN KII BHÁVE RAYE GECHO
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O Lord, where did You remain with what feeling? Who can understand that? Who can know
that? Where standing in the front, You smile and where You remain hidden in the depth of
the mind? How can I hold You? Sometimes You smear pollen of flower, sometimes You are
heard in the roar of thunder. Sometimes with flame of lightning You burn. Yet, You never
forget me. You apply decorative mark upon my eyes, pour heavenly blessings, You have
abundantly filled this distressed me with fruits and flowers, layers after layers, O
Lord.