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493 (10/05/1983) Df


PHÚLER VANE BHOMRÁ ELO
GUN GUNIYE
SABÁI TÁRE CEYE CHILO
BHÁLOBÁSÁ NIYE
PHÚLER VANE BHOMRÁ ELO
GUN GUNIYE

MEGHE D́HÁKÁ ÁKÁSH
MÁKHÁMÁKHI HOLO
CANDANERI RAUNGE
SABUJ DHARÁ ÁTMA
HÁRÁ COKHÁCOKHI
HAOÁY TÁRI SANE
ÁJ SABÁI MANE BHAROSÁ PELO
BHAYA CHÁŔIYE?
PHÚLER VANE BHOMRÁ ELO
GUN GUNIYE

NÁCE TÁLE CHANDE
GÁNE METE CHILO
JÁR SAḾGOPANE
TÁDER HIYÁR DUÁR KHULE
GELO ÁLO JHARIYE
PHÚLER VANE BHOMRÁ ELO
GUN GUNIYE


In the flower garden
the black bee comes
buzzing.

All desire him
with the devotional love of their hearts.

At a glimpse of the Lord,
the overcast sky transforms to the colour of sandal,
the verdant earth is transported in joy.


Today all regained hope,
overcoming fear.

With hearts' doors flung open
to a flood of effulgence,
they break into joyous rhythmic dance and song.






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