PHÚL BAGÁNE BHOMORÁ ELO
GUNGUNIYE KENO GO,
KENO BOLO NÁ,

KII JE BOLE PÁPAŔI TÚLE
MADHU NILO KENO GO
E KII YANTRAŃÁ,
KENO BOLO NÁ,

PHÚLE KENO MADHU CHILO
KOTHÁ HOTE ESE CHILO
BHOMORÁ KE SE D́EKE CHILO
KENO TÁR EI KALPANÁ
KENO BOLO NÁ,

BHOMRÁ ÁSE PHÚL JE HÁSE
DEOÁ NEOÁR ABHILÁŚE
SAKAL MADHU EKEI MESHE
EKER LIILÁY JÁL BONÁ
KENO BOLO NÁ

Why did the bee come buzzing
into my floral garden?
Tell me.

What did it declare
before taking away all honey,
uncovering the petals?
Why, alas?
What a torture!

Why was there honey in the flower?
Where from did it come?
Why did it call the bee?
Why did it think so?

At the arrival of the bee,
the flower smiles with the desire of exchange.
All honey gathers together
and becomes available at one place.
Thus is the woven web
of the singular entity's divine game (liila').

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