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72 (02/11/1982) K


MAO MÁCHI GUNGUNIE
KÁNANE KI KATHÁ JÁY SUNIYE

VASUDHÁR VARŃE O GANDHE
SURER UPACE PAŔÁ CHANDE
JE RÁG HOYENI HÁRÁ MARUTE
TÁDER MÁJHÁRE BASE MÁLÁ GENTHE JÁI
PRÁŃER SAKAL SUDHÁ BHARIYE

MAO MÁCHI GUNGUNIE
KÁNANE KI KATHÁ JÁY SUNIYE

JE MADHU PHULE CHILO D́HÁKÁ
JE SUVÁS PARÁGETE MÁKHÁ
JE MAMATÁ HRIDI MÁJHE RÁKHÁ
SABÁRE JAGÁE ÁMI GÁN GEYE JÁI
VIIŃÁR SAKAL TÁR CHÁPIE

MAOMÁCHI GUNGUNIE
KÁNANE KII KATHÁ JÁY SUNIYE


What are the bees whispering in the garden
with their buzzing?

What is that music
that is not lost in the desert,
overflowing with rhythm and melody,
filled with all the colours and fragrance of the earth?
Sitting amidst all of this,

I keep threading my garlands,
filled with all the sweetness of life.

The nectar hidden in the flower,
the fragrance buried in the pollen,
the love deep in my heart
awakening all of these,
I keep on singing,
surpassing the strings of the lyre.

And what are the bees whispering in the garden
with their buzzing?






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