ÁKÁSHA BHARÁ ÁJ KE TÁRÁ
MALAY HAOÁY SUDHÁ DHÁRÁ
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MAN BHESE JÁY KON AJÁNÁY
KÁR BHÁVANÁY DISHÁ HÁRÁ
MALAY HAOÁY SUDHÁ DHÁRÁ
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KUMUD NABHER PÁNE CEYE RAY
PHÚLER PARÁG SURABHITE VAY
HÁRIYE NIJER SAB PARICAY
UDDVEL HOYECHE TÁRÁ
MALAY HAOÁY SUDHÁ DHÁRÁ
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EKLÁ BASE TÁRÁ GUNI
HÁRIYE GECHI BUJHI MÁNI
PATH KE PÁVO TÁHÁO JÁNI
JVALE SHÁSHVATA DHRUVA TÁRÁ
MALAY HAOÁY SUDHÁ DHÁRÁ
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ÁKÁSHA BHARÁ ÁJKE TÁRÁ
MALAY HAOÁY SUDHÁ DHÁRÁ
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Today the sky is full of stars,
the sandal breeze carries nectar.
My mind keeps floating towards the unknown.
Under whose ideation does it lose its entire sense of direction?
The lily remains looking at the sky,
The floral pollen blows with aroma.
They are restless, forgetting themselves.
Sitting alone, counting the stars,
I understand that I have lost myself.
I am aware only of that I shall attain the path,
as my pole star is eternally shining.