In my garden of psyche

(2859)  Eso tumi amar ghare, tomar tare base rayechi

Come You to my dwelling;
I've been waiting for Your sake.
Path bedecked with rice painting,
Floral garland strung I've maintained.

A flower has blossomed inwardly,
Amid me, secretly.
In a garden thorn-free,
Within that, love have I sprayed.

This flower of mine is honey-filled;
A multi-colored pollen is emitted.
Brightened is the smiling stamen;
In that all nectar I've ingrained.

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