PS 4198
JYOTSNA' NISHIITHE MALAY VA'TE RU'PA SA'YARER GIITE
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JYOTSNÁ NISHIITHE MALAY VÁTE RÚPA SÁYARERA GIITE NIIL KAOMUDII PHÚT́E CHILO, EK NIIL KAOMUDII PHUT́E CHILO RABHASE VIRALE PALE VIPALE, NÁCERI TÁLE HESECHILO CHILO NÁKO BÁDHÁ TÁHÁR ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
CHILO NÁKO BÁDHÁ TÁHÁR BÁIRE GHARE KONO PRAKÁR KÁLA BHRIKUT́I BHÁVA JAD́ATÁ KRO KRŚÁŃUR KHAÁ NIILAO SAILO NÁ TÁR E SUKHA KÁHÁRO ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
SAILO NÁ TÁR E SUKHA KÁHÁRO CHINŔALO PÁPAŔI PRIITI KESHARO CHINŔALO KUŃÁL KORAKÁDHÁRO SMRITI REKHE SE CALE GELO
Translation
On the moonlit night, with sandal breeze, with song of ocean of beauty, one blue lilly bloomed. With rare upsurge, each moment, with rhythm of dance, You smiled. There was no obstruction of any type inside or outside, The annihilating gesture of dogma You burnt like husk fire. Those who could not bear the pleasure of others, plucked the petals of the pollen of love, tore the stem of the lotus nucleus, they went away with memory.
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