PS 3690
GA'NER E MA'LA' GENTHECHI
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
GÁNER E MÁLÁ GENTHECHI TOMÁY PRIYA PARÁBO BALE
SUDHÁ SÁRE SIKTA KARI SANDHYÁ RÁGE SÁSHRU JALE TOMÁY PRIYA PARÁBO BALE
DULE CALE DODUL DOLE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ DULE CALE DODUL DOLE MÁNASÁBJE KESHAR MÚLE ÁTMA PARER PRABHEDA BHULE NIRNIMEŚE ÁNKHI TÚLE TOMÁY PRIYA PARÁBO BALE
TANDRÁ BHÁUNGÁ ÁNKHI MELECHE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ TANDRÁ BHÁUNGÁ ÁNKHI MELECHE MAN DEULE ÁLO ESECHE SUNIILA ÁKÁSHA D́ÁNÁ MELECHE DÚR BALÁKÁR PÁKHÁR TALE TOMÁY PRIYA PARÁBO BALE
GÁNER E MÁLÁ GENTHECHI TOMÁY PRIYA PARÁBO BALE
Translation
I am threading the garland of songs for placing around Your neck. I have moistened it with the essence of nectar, with tears during evening hue. It goes on oscillating on the swing at the root of pollen of the mental lotus, forgetting the difference of own and others with unblinking raised eyes. The eyes on breaking the drowsiness opened and in the mental temple light has come. Below the distant blue sky, the swan spread the wings.
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