(368) Dala ujar kare phelo phelo
Dispense all in your wicker basket[1]
On this sweet, auspicious day.
Clear out everything in your tray
For everyone's collective prospect.
Songs of weeping sing no more;
Set aside all your heavy trials.
A doe is startled by what she sees,
But no longer will you be alarmed.
Replace all that's in your heart
With the thrilling thought of Mohan.[2]
Go on singing a new, new melody;
With a new tune, uplift your whole life.
All of the ambrosia brought He,
The stealer of mind,[3] this silent night.
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