ÁKÁSHA D́ÁKE MEGHER PHÁNKE
VÁTÁS THEKE THEKE D́ÁKE
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BHÁDRA MÁSER BHARÁ ÁKÁSHE
SHIULI JHARÁ VIITHI THEKE
VÁTÁS THEKE THEKE D́ÁKE
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ÁKÁSHA D́ÁKE MEGHER PHÁNKE
VÁTÁS THEKE THEKE D́ÁKE
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GHARETE ÁR MAN THÁKE NÁ
MÁTIYE DEY KON AJÁNÁ
BOLE JETE NEI KO MÁNÁ
BÁDHÁ BHENGE BHARÁ BÚKE
VÁTÁS THEKE THEKE D́ÁKE
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ÁKÁSHA D́ÁKE MEGHER PHÁNKE
VÁTÁS THEKE THEKE D́ÁKE
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MANETE MOR MADHU ÁCHE
NEVÁR PATHIK NEI JE KÁCHE
ÁŔÁL THEKE SE D́EKECHE
BUJHI NÁ SE KONO DIKE
VÁTÁS THEKE THEKE D́ÁKE
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ÁKÁSHA D́ÁKE MEGHER PHÁNKE
VÁTÁS THEKE THEKE D́ÁKE
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The sky calls through the gaps of clouds,
the air calls by staying damp.
In the cloud-filled sky of the rainy and flood month of bhadra,
shiuli flowers drop onto the path.
My mind does not stay at home any more.
An unknown entity has maddened it.
There is no obstruction left in speaking out.
My inner core breaks all obstacles.
Inside my mind lies sweetness,
but the traveler who brought it is not close by.
From His hiding place He calls me,
but I do not know from where.