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4051 (17/04/1987) D


TUMI JAKHAN ESE CHILE,
ÁMRA MUKULE MADHU CHILO,

BELÁ JUTHIKÁ KHUSHIIR CHALE,
SUVÁS D́HELE DITE CHILO
ÁMRA MUKULE MADHU CHILO,

ABUJH HAOÁ KÁCHE ESE,
ÁÁ
ABUJH HAOÁ KÁCHE ESE,
KAYE CHILO KÁŃER PÁSHE
CHANDE GÁNE TÁLE NÁCE,
PRIITIR KAŃÁ BHESE CHILO
ÁMRA MUKULE MADHU CHILO,

SE KATHÁÁJ SMRITIR TÁRE,
ÁÁ
SE KATHÁÁJ SMRITIR TÁRE,
BHESE BEŔÁY BHUVAN BHARE
MANER KOŃE CUPI SÁRE
VASANTA RÁGE CAINCALO
ÁMRA MUKULE MADHU CHILO,

TUMI JAKHAN ESE CHILE,
ÁMRA MUKULE MADHU CHILO,


O Lord, when You had come, there was honey in the mango buds. The bela’ and juhi
flowers, deluded with joy, had poured fragrance. The ignorant wind, coming close, spoke
close to the ears. Within rhythm, beats, dance and songs, particles of love floated. That
event today, along the strings of memories, goes on floating filling the whole world,
vibrant with the melody of spring in the recess of the mind secretly.


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