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ÁMI, BHÚLITE PÁRI NÁ TOMÁRE
BHÚLITE PÁRI NÁ TOMÁRE

EK BÁR ESE SUMADHURA HESE
CALIYÁ GIYÁCHO SUDÚRE
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BHÚLITE PÁRI NÁ TOMÁRE

ESE CHILE TUMI MALAY VÁTÁSE
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ESE CHILE TUMI MALAY VÁTÁSE
BELÁ MÁLATIIR MOHAN SUVÁSE
KASTÚRII SAMA MADHU NIRYÁSE
KLÁNTI KLIŚT́A PRAHARE
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BHÚLITE PÁRI NÁ TOMÁRE

ÁKÁSHA JETHÁY SÁGAR MISHECHE
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ÁKÁSHA JETHÁY SÁGAR MISHECHE
HE PRIYA SETHÁO TAVA DYUTI ÁCHE
GRAHA TÁRAKÁY NIIHÁRIKÁY
SE DYUTI D́ÁKICHE SABÁRE
ÁMI, BHÚLITE PÁRI NÁ TOMÁRE
BHÚLITE PÁRI NÁ TOMÁRE

O Lord, I am unable to forget You. Coming once, smiling sweetly, You went away far. You
had come with sandal breeze, with charming fragrance of bela’ and malatii flowers, with
sweet essence of musk, during the period of painful fatigue. Where the sky meets the
ocean, even there, O Lord, Your glow is present. That glow through the planets, stars and
nebula, calls everyone.