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88 (08/11/1982) K


HEMANTE SHIRSHIRE HAOÁTE
SE JE ÁSE, SE ÁSE, SE JE AE ÁSE

MÁLANCE MÁLATI JHARE PAŔÁ
BAKUL BELÁ JÚHII KOTHÁY HÁRÁ
CANDRA MALLIKÁ BÁHU BÁŔHÁYE
TÁHÁRE D́ÁKIÁ JÁY HESE HESE
SE JE ÁSE, SE ÁSE, SE JE AE ÁSE

GULÁBER KALI GULI PHUT́E CALECHE
DOLAN CÁMPÁR PRÁŃE NESHÁ DHARECHE
BHRAMARER GUNJAN BAHU ÁSHÁTE
ÁKÁSHER PÁNE JÁY BHESE BHESE
SE JE ÁSE, SE ÁSE, SE JE AE ÁSE

NIRMEGH ÁKÁSHE TÁRÁR PHUT́KI HÁSE
TÁRÁ SAB JEGE ÁCHE TÁHÁRI ÁSHE
SE JE ÁSE, SE ÁSE, SE JE AE ÁSE


In the cool autumn breeze
He comes, He comes, He ever comes.

The flowers of the white creeper fall.
The jasmines have all disappeared.
The chrysanthemum stretches her arms,
calling Him with a smile

The tender rosebuds are blossoming.
The ginger flower is intoxicated with life.
The honey bees, full of hope,
rush soaring towards the sky.
The cloudless sky is speckled with smiling stars,
keeping awake until He comes.








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