KÁCHE ÁCHO SÁTHE ÁCHO
DEKHITE NÁ PÁI PRIYA
BHÁVI BUJHI BHULE GECHO
OGO MOR ÁDARŃIIYA,
BAESHÁKHE NIDÁGHA JVÁLÁY
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BAESHÁKHE NIDÁGHA JVÁLÁY
PRÁVRT́E JALAMEKHALÁY
SHARATER KÁSH SHEFÁLIKÁYA
SÁDÁ MEGHE BHELÁ BHÁSIO
BHÁVI BUJHI BHULE GECHO
OGO MOR ÁDARŃIIYA
HEMANTE HIMÁNIIPÁTE
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HEMANTE HIMÁNIIPÁTE
SHIITERI TUŚÁRÁGHÁTE
VASANTE MALAYVÁTE
SHINJITA CARAŃA PHELIO
BHÁVI BUJHI BHULE GECHO
OGO MOR ÁDARŃIIYA
KÁCHE ÁCHO SÁTHE ÁCHO
DEKHITE NÁ PÁI PRIYA
BHÁVI BUJHI BHULE GECHO
OGO MOR ÁDARŃIIYA
O dear Lord, You are close, together with me, but I am unable to see You. In the intense
burning heat of summer, in series of heavy rains, in the tall grass and shefalii flowers
of the winter, You float me on the boat of white clouds. I think that You have forgotten
me, O my most revered One. During the snowfall of the cold, fall of hails in cold, in
sandal breeze of the spring, You place Your feet forward with melody of ankle bells.