Prabhat Samgiita #152

CAMPAKA VANE MADHURA SVAPANE TÁHÁKE DEKHECHI MÁYÁ MUKURE SHÁNTA VÁTÁSE MADIR SUVÁSE MUGDHA NAYANE SARITÁ TIIRE TÁHÁKE DEKHECHI MÁYÁ MUKURE CAMPAKA VANE MADHURA SVAPANE TÁHÁKE DEKHECHI MÁYÁ MUKURE SETHÁ KUSUMA PARÁG ALAKHE ÁSIÁ ALAKHE BHÁSIÁ JÁY SETHÁ MANERA MAYURA NIILÁKÁSHE CÁHI KALÁP MELIYÁ DEY JYOTSNÁ NISHIITHE VIJAN VIITHITE BHÁLOBÁSÁ NÁCE TÁKE GHIRE GHIRE TÁHÁKE PEYECHI MÁYÁ MUKURE CAMPAKA VANE MADHURA SVAPANE TÁHÁKE DEKHECHI MÁYÁ MUKURE In a sweet dream in the campaka grove, I have seem Him in the mirror of my mind. In the tranquil air and intoxicating fragrance, with eyes filled with wonder, I have seen Him on the banks of the stream. From the invisible land the flower pollen drifts off and to the invisible land it returns. The peacock of my mind sways through the blue sky, and spreads out its fanlike tail. On a moonlit night, on a solitary path, my heart, overflowing with love, keeps dancing around Him.