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ÁMI TOMÁY BHÁLOBÁSI
JHAINJHÁ JHAŔE ANDHAKÁRE
TOMÁRI SHARAŃE ÁSI
ÁMI TOMÁY BHÁLOBÁSI

KUJJHAT́IKÁ JABE GRÁSE
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KUJJHAT́IKÁ JABE GRÁSE
DINER ÁLOY D́HÁKE TRÁSE
MANER MÁJHE TAKHAN BHÁSE
PRIYA TOMÁR MADHUR HÁSI
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PASHCIMERI RAKTA RÁGE
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PASHCIMERI RAKTA RÁGE
PHÁGUNERI RAUNGIIN PHÁGE
BHÁVÁTIITER ANURÁGE
OTAH PROTE HOYE MESHÁMESHI
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JHAINJHÁ JHAŔE ANDHAKÁRE
TOMÁRI SHARAŃE ÁSI
ÁMI TOMÁY BHÁLOBÁSI







O Lord, I love You, during cyclonic storms and darkness, I come to Your shelter. When the
sever storm engulfs the daylight, enveloping with panic, then O Dear, Your sweet smile
appears in the mind. The red colour in the west, the colourful festivity of the spring
all merge together individually and collectively, with the love of the One beyond
thoughts.