(1569) Baso amar ghare ogo prabhu
Oh Master, please be seated in my home;
Flowers have bloomed at my grove.
You never came to my abode,
Bearing feet crimson those.
With aroma of magnolia garden
Giving out celestial flow of ambrosia,
Having coated honey of mind-flowers,
I have strung a peerless garland.
With a psyche pure and clean from reverie and telling beads,
The house I have decorated through profuse austerity.
On cooling rains and smiling neep,
My hope swings to and fro, an earring.
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With garden in bloom, Your blessing, I dare to dream.
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