KUÁSHÁ KÁT́IYE DILEKE GO ELE, KE GO ELE
CANDAN GANDHE BHARÁ
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MADHUTE MAN MÁTÁLE ÁLO JVÁLIYE DILE
KE GO TUMI SUDHÁ KŚARÁ
CANDAN GANDHE BHARÁ
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KUÁSHÁ KÁT́IYE DILEKE GO ELE, KE GO ELE
CANDAN GANDHE BHARÁ
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PARASHE MALAY VÁTÁS ÁNKHITE PRIITIRA ÁBHÁS
RÚPETE SMITA MADHUMÁS NIJERI BHÁVE HÁRÁ
CANDAN GANDHE BHARÁ
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KUÁSHÁ KÁT́IYE DILEKE GO ELE, KE GO ELE
CANDAN GANDHE BHARÁ
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AMITÁNANDA TUMI ALAKHE ÁLOKA CÚMI
BHARECHO MARMA BHÚMI HRIDI ÁPLUTA KARÁ
CANDAN GANDHE BHARÁ
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KUÁSHÁ KÁT́IYE DILEKE GO ELE, KE GO ELE
CANDAN GANDHE BHARÁ
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Who came,
full of sandal fragrance,
and removing the fog?
Who is that You,
oozing sweetness,
intoxicating my mind with honey
and kindling light?
You are the sandal breeze in touch,
the appearance of love in my eyes,
the smiling spring in beauty,
the one to lose oneself in in ideation.
You are immeasurable bliss,
kissing unseen effulgence.
You filled my inner arena,
and flooded my heart.