TOMÁREI BHÁLOBÁSIYÁ CHILÁM
TOMÁREI BHÁLOBÁSIYÁ CHILÁM
TOMÁREI BHÁLOBÁSIYÁ CHILÁM
JÁNIYÁ KABHU NÁ JÁNIYA
ÁLPANÁ PATHE ÁNKIYÁ CHILÁM
SHITHIL KARABII BÁNDHIYÁ
JÁNIYÁ KABHU NÁ JÁNIYA
EKAT́I EKAT́I CAYITA CÁMPÁY
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EKAT́I EKAT́I CAYITA CÁMPÁY
SUTRE GENTHECHI PRIITIR MÁLÁY
KADAMBA KALI SÁJÁYE THÁLÁY ÁSÁ
PATHE CHINU CÁHIYÁ
JÁNIYÁ KABHU NÁ JÁNIYA
DIN CALE GELO SANDHYÁ GHANÁLO
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DIN CALE GELO SANDHYÁ GHANÁLO
GOŚPADE DHÚLI KOTHÁY HÁRÁLO
SÁNJHER TÁRAKÁ TABU BOLE GELO
SE JÁY NÁ KABHU BHÚLIYÁ
JÁNIYÁ KABHU NÁ JÁNIYA
TOMÁREI BHÁLOBÁSIYÁ CHILÁM
JÁNIYÁ KABHU NÁ JÁNIYA
O Lord, I have loved You knowingly or unknowingly. I have painted welcome mark
a’lpana’, on the path, and tied the loose chignon. Decorating the tray with the buds
of kadamba flower, I am waiting at Your arrival path. The day has passed, evening
deepened, the dust made by cowhoofs is lost. Yet the evening star told, “ He cannot
forget anytime”.