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PALA GUNE KATA DIN CALE GECHE
MADHUMÁSE MADHUL CHÁYÁY
ELE TUMI GHAN VARAŚÁY

MÁLÁ GÁNTHIÁCHI D́ÁLÁ SÁJIYECHI
BELÁ BAKUL YUTHIKÁY
ELE TUMI GHAN VARAŚÁY

KATA DIN GECHE KISHALAYE HESE
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
KATA RÁT KENDE MALAY VÁTÁSE
KETAKI KESHARE KUINCITA KESHE
MEKHE REKHE ÁNKHI VIITHIKÁY
ELE TUMI GHAN VARAŚÁY

JE LÁLIMÁ ARUŃODAYE CHILO
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
JE LÁLIMÁ ARUŃODAYE CHILO
MÁRTAND́A TÁ GRÁSITE CHILO
SANDHYÁ GAGANE KAŔKÁ SVANANE
BHULÁIÁ DILE SE VYATHÁY
ELE TUMI GHAN VARAŚÁY







O Lord, how many days have passed counting moments, waiting for You, under the shade of
madhul tree, You came during intense rain. I have threaded garland and decorated bouquet
with flowers of bela’, bakul and juhii. How many days have passed with the smile of
tender new leaves and how many nights have gone crying with sandal breeze. With ketakii
flower fragrance shriveled hair, the eyes were absorbed watching the incoming lane. The
crimson dawn which was so beautiful in the morning that got lost in the hot sun of the
midday. With the lightning sound You appeared in the evening sky, making me forget that
pain.