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SEI, MANDA MADHU VÁTE
RAUNGE RÁUNGÁ PRÁTE 2
KII SUR BHÁSIYÁ ESE CHILO 2
TAPTA KÁNCANE ÁNKÁ ANJANE 2
NÚPUR SINJINE KII MÁYÁ CHILO,
KII SUR BHÁSIÁ ESE CHILO
TANDRÁ HATA PRÁŃ
SHATADHÁ CHUT́E GELO
CHANDÁYIITA PRÁŃA
KII BHÁVE BHARE GELO 2
DHARÁRA DHÚLI PARE
AMARÁ SUDHÁ JHARE 2
SUDURERI D́ÁK DITE CHILO,
KII SUR BHÁSIÁ ESE CHILO
ARGALA KHULI PURA RUPASIRÁ
RÚPERI UPACÁRE HOLO DISHÁHÁRÁ 2
VANER VIJANE VIHAG KÚJANE 2
TAVA NÁME GÁNE BHARÁ CHILO
KII SUR BHÁSIÁ ESE CHILO
SEI, MANDA MADHU VÁTE
RAUNGE RÁUNGÁ PRÁTE
KII SUR BHÁSIÁ ESE CHILO
In a gentle sweet breeze,
on a crimson coloured morning,
what melody came about floating?
Marked dark on radiating gold,
with the tinkling of ankle bells,
what a delusive game has this been?
My once lethargic life
now rushes on in hundreds of directions
and my rhythmic song is filled with ideation.
On the dust of the earth,
heavenly nectar flows,
calling me from even far off distances.
By that call,
the beautiful ladies in the house
open the door
and, witnessing the external beauty,
lose themselves.
Even the calm forest
resonates with chirping birds,
that sing Your name and song.
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