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ANEK PRATIIKŚÁY PEYECHI TOMÁY
MÁDHAVIIR MADHU VITÁNE

MAN BHARIYE DILE GÁNE? GÁNE
MÁDHAVIIR MADHU VITÁNE

ÁKÁSH CHILO NIRMEGH JE TAKHAN
CHILO NÁ ASHANII PÁTA CHILO NÁ SVANAN
CHILO NÁ KARAKÁGHÁTE KAMPRA PAVAN
UCCHVÁS BHARÁ CHILO PRÁŃE
MÁDHAVIIR MADHU VITÁNE

SHEFÁLI SUVÁSE BHARÁ MÁLATII MÁLÁY
KAKHAN CALIÁ GELE KON AJÁNÁY
BAKUL VIITHITE TAVA CARAŃ REKHÁY
UCCÁT́AN MAN CHOT́E KII T́ÁNE
MÁDHAVIIR MADHU VITÁNE

ANEK PRATIIKŚÁY PEYECHI TOMÁY
MÁDHAVIIR MADHU VITÁNE







O Lord, after waiting for much time, I found You in the sweet arbor of ma’dhavii
flowers. You fulfilled the heart with song. Then the sky was without clouds. There was no
fall of lightning or thunder roar. There was no vibration in air due to hails. Breath was
full of exhalation. The fragrance of shefa’lii was full in the ma’latii garland. When
did You go to which unknown, leaving Your footmark on the lane of bakul? Under what pull
the restless mind is rushing?