PS 3697
A'KA'SHE CA'N^D JE HA'SE
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
ÁKÁSHE CÁNDA JE HÁSE PHÁGUN MÁSE E VASANTA VÁYA
KALIRÁ LAJJÁ BHULE ÁNKHI TULE KON SUHRDE CÁY E VASANTA VÁYA
BOLE JÁY KÁCHE ESO ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ BOLE JÁY KÁCHE ESO BOLE JÁY KÁCHE ESO BOLE JÁY KÁCHE ESO BHÁLOBESE PÁSHE BASO MALAY HAOÁY JHAUNKRITA PÁYA BHULO NÁ MAINJUL HIYÁY E VASANTA VÁYA
KATA YOJAN DÚRE ÁCHO ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ KATA YOJAN DÚRE ÁCHO KATA YOJAN DÚRE ÁCHO KATA YOJAN DÚRE ÁCHO JÁNATE NÁ CÁI MANE RAYECHO MAN MUKUREHERI TOMÁRE SHAŚPA CHÁYÁY SMITA CETANÁY E VASANTA VÁYA
ÁKÁSHE CÁNDA JE HÁSE PHÁGUN MÁSE E VASANTA VÁYA
Translation
During this breeze of the spring month, the moon smiles in the sky. The buds, forgetting the shyness, raising the eyes, which friend do they want? They go on saying, “Come close, lovingly sit near, with tinkling feet of the sandal breeze, do not forget this tender heart. I do not want to know how much far are You, You remain in mind. I search You in my mental mirror, in shade of young grass, in smiling consciousness.
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