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500 (11/05/1983) K


TUMI, JE PHÚL DIYÁCHO BHARIYÁ MOR SÁJITE
SE PHÚL GENTHECHI MÁLÁ
TAVA JE ÁNKHI PAŔECHE JHARIYÁ MOR HIYÁTE
JUŔÁYECHE SAKAL JVÁLÁ
SE PHÚL GENTHECHI MÁLÁ

MOR ÁSHÁ SE TOMÁRE GHIRE
MOR BHÁŚÁ SHUDHU CÁHE TOMÁRE
ÁMÁR SAKAL KÁJ ÁMÁR SAKAL SÁJ
TAVA BHÁVE HOY UTALÁ
SE PHÚL GENTHECHI MÁLÁ

MOR MANER KORAKE MADHU ÁCHE
PRÁŃER PARÁG TÁ MÁKHIYÁCHE
SAB KICHU DIYÁCHI BÁKI NÁHI RÁKHIYÁCHI
SAYATANE SÁJÁYE D́ÁLÁ
SE PHÚL GENTHECHI MÁLÁ


I have threaded a garland
with those flowers
with which You have filled my flower basket.

The smile You have dropped on my heart
has removed all my sorrows.

All my hopes are centred around You,
all my expressions
want to express Your glory.
All my actions,
all my adornments
are all centred around Your sweet ideation.

There is sweet nectar
in the inner most cavity of my mind.
The pollens of my life are mixed with that nectar.

I have given my all,
in a basket decorated with all care.
I have kept nothing with me.






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