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KATA LIILÁ KARE CALECHO
TUMI KATA LIILÁ KARE CALECHO
TUMI KATA LIILÁ KARE CALECHO

KUSUME DIYECHO MADHU
KUSUME DIYECHO MADHU
KUSUME DIYECHO MADHU
ÁKÁSHE SNIGDHA VIDHU
KOTHÁO RIKTATÁ NÁHI REKHECHO
TUMI KATA LIILÁ KARE CALECHO

JE BÁNSHII BÁJENI KABHU
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JE BÁNSHII BÁJENI KABHU?
JE BÁNSHII BÁJENI KABHU
JE HIYÁ KÁNDENI PRABHU
JÁGÁYECHO TÁRE TABU
RÁGE ANURÁGE BHÁVE BHARECHO
TUMI KATA LIILÁ KARE CALECHO

AJINÁNA TIMIR RÁTE
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AJINÁNA TIMIR RÁTE
AJINÁNA TIMIR RÁTE
JINÁNÁINJANE ÁNKHI PÁTE
MARU DAGDHA HRDAYETE
NÁ CÁHITE SUDHÁ DHÁRÁ D́HELECHO
TUMI KATA LIILÁ KARE CALECHO







O Lord, how much illusive play, liila’, You go on performing? You have provided honey in
the flowers, soft moon in the sky, nowhere You have left emptiness. The flute that was
never played, the heart that did not cry, O Lord, You have awakened and with filled that
with coloured affectionate feelings. In the dark nights of ignorance, by putting the
ointment of knowledge in the eyes, into the sand burnt heart, unsought, You have poured
flow of nectar.