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KALI PHÚT́ECHE ALI JUT́ECHE
MANDA MADHUR VÁTÁS BAHICHE

PRÁŃA PETE CÁY ÁJIKE KÁRE HÁY
KON SE APSARÁ MAN KEŔE NIYECHE
MANDA MADHUR VÁTÁS BAHICHE

JYOTSNÁLOKE ÁJ BHULIYÁ BHAYA LÁJA
KHULIYÁ HIIN SÁJA HIYÁ KÁRE CÁHICHE
MANDA MADHUR VÁTÁS BAHICHE

KOMAL TRIŃA PARE SHYÁMAL SEJ GHIRE
ACENÁ CIT CORE D́ÁK DIYE CALECHE
MANDA MADHUR VÁTÁS BAHICHE

BHÚDHARE SÁGARE MARME GABHIIRE
SPARSHA CETANATÁRE JHAUNKÁR JÁGICHE
MANDA MADHUR VÁTÁS BAHICHE







The bud has blossomed,
bees have come,
and a sweet and gentle breeze is blowing.

My heart searches
that unknown divinity
that snatched away my mind.

In moonlight,
in oblivion of all fear and shyness,
removing all meanness,
my heart has set out in search of Him.

The green coverings of soft grass
continuously call
that unknown stealer of hearts.

Within mountains and oceans,
within the depths of mind,
a tinkling is aroused
by the touch of consciousness,
vibrating the string (of life).