DÚRER BANDHU BOLITE PÁRO
LUKIE KENO THÁKO
ÁMÁY DEKHE DURER THEKE
VEŃUR SURE D́ÁKO
LUKIE KENO THÁKO
NABHO NIILER ACIN KOŃE
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NABHO NIILER ACIN KOŃE
THÁKO SE KON VRINDÁVANE
MARMMA PARE ÁGHÁTA HENE
O MUKHA KENO D́HÁKO
LUKIE KENO THÁKO
PIYÁL PALÁSHERI VANE
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PIYÁL PALÁSHERI VANE
RAUNGA BERAUNGER EI PHÁGUNE
NECE SABÁR MANE MANE
MADHUR PARÁG MÁKHO
LUKIE KENO THÁKO
DÚRER BANDHU BOLITE PÁRO
LUKIE KENO THÁKO
O Lord, the distant Friend, tell me, why are You remaining hidden. Looking at me from a
distance, with the tune of flute, You call me. In the unrecognised corner of the blue sky
in which Vrnda’van are You dwelling? By hitting a blow on the core of my heart, why do
You hide Your face? In the grove of piya’l and pala’sh, in this colourful spring
dancing in all minds, You smear sweet fragrance.