PS 4042
VASANTA ESECHE PHULA PHUT'ECHE MADHU JHARIYA'
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VASANTA ESECHE PHÚL PHOT́ECHE MADHU KŚARIYÁ JÁY
SUMANDÁNILE KISHALAY DOLE VEŃUKÁ KII GIITIKÁ GÁY MADHU KŚARIYÁ JÁY
DEKHO GO PURA VÁSII E KII RAUNGER MELÁ ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ DEKHO GO PURA VÁSII E KII RAUNGER MELÁ SRAVAŃE MANANE ÁJI KE DOLA LIILÁ JIIVANERI JATA BHÁUNGÁ GAŔÁR KHELÁ SABAI EKETE MISHÁY MADHU KŚARIYÁ JÁY
CÁI NÁ KONO KICHU ÁJI TOMÁR KÁCHE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ CÁI NÁ KONO KICHU ÁJI TOMÁR KÁCHE CÁI JE SAB KICHU VILÁTE TAVA KÁJE PHELIÁ GRHA KÁJA ASHAN VASAN SÁJE AŃU JE BHÚMÁTE MURACHÁY MADHU KŚARIYÁ JÁY
VASANTA ESECHE PHÚL PHOT́ECHE MADHU KŚARIYÁ JÁY
Translation
The spring has come, flowers have bloomed, and the honey oozes out. With very soft breeze the tender leaves swing, what song does the bamboo grove sing? O the inhabitants, what a festivity of colour is this? With hearing and thinking today what a game, liila’ of swings? All the game of creation and destruction, go on merging n One. O Lord, I do not want anything from You today. I want to lose everything for Your purpose. Refusing the household works, food and decorative clothing, the microcosm gets immersed in Macrocosm.
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