PÁVAKA TUMI
KARO SAB KICHUKEI KHÁNT́I
KARO HIMOTTÁPE KHÁNT́I
ÁMÁR SVARŃA PEYECHE VARŃA
SPARSHI CARAŃA O DUT́I
KARO HIMOTTÁPE KHÁNT́I
HE DEVA TOMÁRE SMARI
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HE DEVA TOMÁRE SMARI
BOLI NÁO JATA GLÁNI HARI
TUMI PRIITIR TANIMÁ RACE JÁO
MASII KÁLIMÁ JÁY T́UT́I
KARO HIMOTTÁPE KHÁNT́I
ASHRU SIKTA SANDHYÁYA
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ASHRU SIKTA SANDHYÁYA
PHOT́O RAJANI GANDHÁYA
MRICCHILÁ HOE MALAYAJA
TAVA MADHUSYANDE LÚT́I
KARO HIMOTTÁPE KHÁNT́I
PÁVAKA TUMI
KARO SAB KICHUKEI KHÁNT́I
KARO HIMOTTÁPE KHÁNT́I
O the purifying fire, make every thing pure, purify with cold burn. My gold gets shining
colour, touching those pair of feet. O the Lord, remembering You, all the agonies are
removed. You go on creating the tenderness of love, thus breaking the intense darkness.
During tear moist evenings, You bloom nightqueen flower. The earthen rock becomes sandal
producing sprawling at Your fragrance.