PHÚLER MÁLÁY EI ABELÁY
DHULÁY JHARITE DIO NÁ
MANER SUŚAMÁ PRIITI ANUPAMÁ
E BHÁVE BHULIÁ JEO NÁ
DHULÁY JHARITE DIO NÁ
TILE TILE PHÚL KARECHI CAYAN
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TILE TILE PHÚL KARECHI CAYAN
KHUNJIÁ ÁMÁR CITTA UPAVAN
MÁLÁ GÁNTHIÁCHI, MÁLÁ GÁNTHIÁCHI
MÁLÁ GÁNTHIÁCHI KARIÁ JATAN
UPEKŚÁ TÁRE KARO NÁ
DHULÁY JHARITE DIO NÁ
JÁNI IHÁ TUCCHA TOMÁR KÁCHE
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JÁNI IHÁ TUCCHA TOMÁR KÁCHE
AYUTA RATAN ÁRO TAVA ÁCHE
MOR NIRYÁS, MOR NIRYÁS
MOR NIRYÁS, ETE MILIYÁCHE
E KATHÁ BHÁVIÁ DEKHI NÁ
DHULÁY JHARITE DIO NÁ
PHÚLER MÁLÁY EI ABELÁY
DHULÁY JHARITE DIO NÁ
My floral garland at this immature time,
do not allow to fall
and wither into dust,
without me garlanding You.
The beauty of my heart contains incomparable love.
Do not ignore it.
I have collected these flowers,
after minute selection,
searching in my mental garden.
Carefully, I have threaded this garland.
Please do not neglect it.
I know this is just meagreness to You,
as You possess a more precious and immense wealth of gems.
But the essence of my existence lies merged therein.
Please do consider this fact.