PS 3706
MOR GHARE ELE HE PRIYA KENA GELE
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
MOR GHARE ELE HE PRIYA KENO GELE ÁMÁY KICHU BOLE GELE NÁ E ÁSÁ ÁSÁ NAY MAN BHARÁR NAY MANER KATHÁ BOLÁ HOLO NÁ ÁMÁY KICHU BOLE GELE NÁ
VIIŃÁ BÁJIYE CHILE MAN MÁTIYE CHILE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ VIIŃÁ BÁJIYE CHILE MAN MÁTIYE CHILE VIIŃÁ BÁJIYE CHILE MAN MÁTIYE CHILE VIIŃÁ BÁJIYE CHILE MAN MÁTIYE CHILE ÁKÁSHE JHARA JHAR PRIITI JHARIYE DILE BOLILE BHÁLOBÁSO KEMAN BHÁLOBÁSO MANEI YADI RAHILE NÁ ÁMÁY KICHU BOLE GELE NÁ
TOMÁTE ÁMÁTE SHATA YOJAN DÚR ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ TOMÁTE ÁMÁTE SHATA YOJAN DÚR TOMÁTE ÁMÁTE SHATA YOJAN DÚR TOMÁTE ÁMÁTE SHATA YOJAN DÚR TABUO TAVA BHÁVE MAN JE BHARAPÚR DIIPAKE MEGH MALLÁRE JE BÁJE SUR TÁTE REKHE GELE TAVA DYOTANÁ ÁMÁY KICHU BOLE GELE NÁ
Translation
O dear Lord, You came to my home but went away without telling me anything.
This arrival is not real coming. My mind was not satisfied. I could not express my feelings. You played the lyre, enchanting my mind and flowed the fountain of love from the sky.
You instructed to love. But how could I love, if my mind itself was in a state of nonexistence? Between You and me the distance is hundreds of miles and yet, my mind is saturated with Your ideation.
The melodies of diipak and meghmalla'r style are sounding. Over them You have spread Your divine effulgence.
Thoughts
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