Hey Pran-Ras-Kallol, Jagabandhu,I whirl and whirl…my anklet tinkling,
Flowers dropping from my hair…
I dance before You forgetting the world, Priyatama…
I gather juhi and kumkum and shower upon You
And I dance as the mringam sounds so sweet
I chant Your name and I whirl more…
I dance…
I could not gather myself
And the world sees my dress undone, my face- kajal smeared,
Nilachali, hide me within the Lotus that shelters Your feet!
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