TUMI, KUSUM KORAK SAMA KOMAL
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TABE KURIISH KAT́HOR KENO HOLE
KUSUM KORAK SAMA KOMAL
NIIP NIKUNJE JE VEŃU BÁJÁTE
SVARÁGHÁTA TÁTE KENO DILE
KUSUM KORAK SAMA KOMAL
JE MALAY VÁYA BHARE SANDHYÁY
CANDAN SPARSHA DITO GÁY
MADHYÁHNE MÁRTAND́A JVÁLÁY
HUTÁSH TÁKE KENO KARILE
KURIISH KAT́HOR KENO HOLE
KUSUM KORAK SAMA KOMAL
TABU TAVA SÁTHE NITYA KÁLE MISHE
THÁKI CHANDE O TÁLE
TAVA NÚPURE NIKKAN D́ORE
MOR MAN JENO DULE CALE
KURIISH KAT́HOR KENO HOLE
KUSUM KORAK SAMA KOMAL
You are soft like the pollen of flowers.
Why did You become hard like a stone?
Those who played the flute in the niipa arbor,
why did You stop them?
The air is filled with sandal fragrance during mornings and evenings.
You applied a touch of sandal paste on my body.
During noon in the scorching heat of the sun,
why had You burned my body?
I remain merged with You all the time,
with rhythm and beats.
With the twine of the sound of Your ankle bells,
my mind keeps swinging.