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MOR, MANERA MÁDHURI UJÁŔ KARIYÁ
MANERA MÁDHURI UJÁŔ KARIYÁ
D́HÁLIÁ DIYECHI TAVA TARE
BHÁLO JÁHÁ CHILO TOMÁRE DIYECHI
GLÁNI VAHITECHI NIJ SHIRE
D́HÁLIÁ DIYECHI TAVA TARE

ESO EK BÁR MADHUR HÁSIYÁ
MOHAN BÁNSHIT́I ADHARE DHARIYÁ
JIIVANER SÁR TOMÁR KRIPÁY
APÁR MAHIMÁ ÁPLUTA KARE
PRIITI BHARE OGO PRIITI BHARE
D́HÁLIÁ DIYECHI TAVA TARE

BUJHITE NÁ PÁRI KEHO NÁHI JÁNE
TAVA SUR KENO BÁJE MOR PRÁŃE
KENOI BÁ DHÁY TAVA BHÁVANÁY
SAKAL ÁKUTI ÁNKHI DHÁRE
MOR SUDHÁ SÁRE OGO SUDHÁ SÁRE
D́HÁLIÁ DIYECHI TAVA TARE

MANERA MÁDHURI UJÁŔ KARIYÁ
D́HÁLIÁ DIYECHI TAVA TARE
BHÁLO JÁHÁ CHILO TOMÁRE DIYECHI
GLÁNI BAHITECHI NIJA SHIRE
D́HÁLIÁ DIYECHI TAVA TARE







Exhausting the entire sweetness of my heart,
I offer myself to You.

Whatever was good,
I offered.
All agonies,
I sustained on my head.

Come once smiling sweetly,
holding Your enchanting flute on Your lips.

The essence of all life is Your grace.
Your overwhelming and unlimited glory
remains ever filled with love.

I cannot understand,
nobody knows,
why Your melody keeps playing in hearts.
Why there is a rush unto Your ideation
with all earnestness held in eyes.

All the essence of my nectar,
I pour out unto You.