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m (Text replacement - "Prabhat Samgiita.<ref name="PRS Vol4">{{cite book|last=Sarkar|first=Prabhat Ranjan|title=Prabhat Samgiita Volume 4|edition=2nd|location=Kolkata|year=1999|publisher=Ananda Marga Publications|editor=Acarya Vijayananda Avadhuta|language=Bengali|isbn=81-7252-160-X}}</ref>" to "Prabhat Samgiita.<ref name="PSV17">{{cite book|last=Sarkar|first=Prabhat Ranjan|title=Prabhat Samgiita – Songs 1601-1700|publisher=AmRevolution, Inc.|others=Translated by Acarya Abhidevananda Avadhuta|location=Tel Aviv|year=2020|ISBN=9781393645771}}</ref><ref name="PRS Vol4">{{cite book|last=Sarkar|first=Prabhat Ranjan|title=Prabhat Samgiita Volume 4|edition=2nd|location=Kolkata|year=1999|publisher=Ananda Marga Publications|editor=Acarya)
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Entering the floral garden,
In the flower garden comes a bumblebee;
what does the bee whisper into the ears of the flowers?
What words he whispers in the flower's ear!
Into my mental garden, as bee,
In the mind's garden You are a bumblebee;
You speak through songs.  
Through many songs those words You speak.


I want to hide  
I want to keep hidden;
but cannot do so.  
But to hide, that I don't accomplish.
O'er the clouds on mountain peaks
And at depths hard to reach, You are there.


I observe you on the mountaintop,  
The words that I would utter,
in the sky
I don't find the confidence.
and in dense depths.
Heart's deepest secret, the private pain,
 
It rides upon Your melodic strains.
Whatever i try to say,
lacks of confidence.  
 
The agony of my heart's core,  
its hidden pain,  
floats on in your rhythm and melody.  
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