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PS 4802

MA'LAINJE MOR PHUT'IYA'CHE PHULA KOTHA' A'CHA TUMI

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MÁLAINCE MOR PHUT́IYÁCHE PHÚL MÁLAINCE MOR PHUT́IYÁCHE PHÚL MÁLAINCE MOR PHUT́IYÁCHE PHÚL MÁLAINCE MOR PHUT́IYÁCHE PHÚL MÁLAINCE MOR PHUT́IYÁCHE PHÚL KOTHÁ ÁCHO TUMI OGO MÁLÁKÁR

RAUNGA LEGECHE SUVÁS BHESECHE JÁR TARE SE RAYECHE MANE KÁR KOTHÁ ÁCHO TUMI OGO MÁLÁKÁR

KAMAL KUMUD PARIMAL D́HÁLE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ KAMAL KUMUD PARIMAL D́HÁLE PAUNKE ÁSHÁR HEMA DIIP JVÁLE CANDAN VIITHI SHASHÁUNKA BHÁLE MALAY ENECHE KOTHÁKÁR KOTHÁ ÁCHO TUMI OGO MÁLÁKÁR

SÚRYAMUKHII VALLABHE SMARE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ SÚRYAMUKHII VALLABHE SMARE GOPII VALLABHA ÁCHE KÁR GHARE CAMPÁ KETAKII VÁTÁSER BHARE SURABHI BAHICHE ALAKÁR KOTHÁ ÁCHO TUMI OGO MÁLÁKÁR

Translation

In my garden, flowers have bloomed, where are You O the garland maker? For whom the colours have appeared and fragrance floats, in whose mind does He dwell? The lotus and lilly pour out fragrance, within the mud, kindling the golden lamp, through the sandal avenues, with moon on the forehead, from where have You brought sandal breeze? The sunflower remembers its dear, sun, in whose place is the darling of the devotees, gopiis? The fragrance of ca’mpa’ and ketakii fills the air, blows heavenly fragrance.

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