PS 3704
KUSUMA STHAVAKA MOR CHILA HA'TE
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
KUSUM STABAKA MOR CHILO HÁTE ÁPLÚTA ÁNKHITE RAINJITA ÁSHÁTE ÚŚŃA PRÁŃER ARUŃIMÁTE
KUSUM STABAKA MOR CHILO HÁTE KEMANE D́ÁKITE HOYE JÁNITÁM NÁ ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ KEMANE D́ÁKITE HOYE JÁNITÁM NÁ KII SUR SÁDHITE HOYE BUJHITÁM NÁ MOR, CHILO AJÁNÁVAEDHII SÁDHANÁ ÁNKHI PÁTÁ CHILO TAVA ÁSÁ PATHE
KUSUM STABAK MOR CHILO HÁTE BHÁLO BESE CHINU KENO JÁNI NÁ ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ BHÁLO BESE CHINU KENO JÁNI NÁ KENO JE CEYE CHINU TÁO BUJHI NÁ TUMI, SURE LAYE HE CIRA ACENÁ ELE, SAORA KAROJJVAL RÁUNGÁ PRABHÁTE KUSUM STABAKA MOR CHILO HÁTE
Translation
The floral offerings in the folded palms were in my hands and along with flooded eyes and coloured hopes were warm reddishness of life. I did not know how to call, did not understand what melody to practice. I had only ritualistic performance, but eyes were turned to Your arrival path. Why did I love, I did not know, why was this liking, that also I did not understand. O Ever Unknown, You came with tune and melody, on the colourful morning with bright sun rays.
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