TUMI ESO KÁCHE BASO
MAINJÚŚÁR MADHU D́HELE DIYE
MÁLAIUNCE MOR JE PHUL ÁCHE
TÁR SURABHI MEKHE NIYE
MAINJÚŚÁR MADHU D́HELE DIYE
TUMI ÁDI TUMII ANTA
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TUMI ÁDI TUMII ANTA
RÚPE GUŃE TUMI ANANTA
URMI MÁLÁY MÁJHEO SHÁNTA
KAT́ÁKŚE HÁSO PRALAYE
MAINJÚŚÁR MADHU D́HELE DIYE
ABHÁVA SHUDHU ÁMÁR MANE
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ABHÁVA SHUDHU ÁMÁR MANE
TUMI PRABHU SAḾNSHLEŚANE
TÁI TOMÁY CÁI ABHIDHYÁNE
AŃUR AŃIMÁ BHULE GIYE
MAINJÚŚÁR MADHU D́HELE DIYE
TUMI ESO KÁCHE BASO
MAINJÚŚÁR MADHU D́HELE DIYE
O Lord, You come and sit close, pouring honey of the casket, smearing the fragrance of all
the flowers available in my garden. You are the beginning and end, infinite in form and
attributes. Even within the series of waves, You are tranquil, smile with sarcastic look
during annihilation. The scarcity is my mind only, You are the synthesis, O Lord. That is
why I want You in meditation, forgetting the smallness of this meager.