PS 3716
GIITI MA'LIKA' GALE ESECHILE
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Roman script
GIITI MÁLIKÁ GALE ESE CHILE JÁTIKÁ VIITHIKÁTE SE RÁTE
SE SVAPNAMÁYÁY LIILÁ DOLÁY BHESE CALI ÁJO AJÁNÁTE JÁTIKÁ VIITHIKÁTE SE RÁTE
SUR SAPTAKE BHULE TÁN ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ SUR SAPTAKE BHULE TÁN GEYE CHILE PRIITI BHARÁ GÁNA VIIŃÁR TÁRE SHATA DHÁRE JYOTI MANJIIRER MANJARIITE JÁTIKÁ VIITHIKÁTE SE RÁTE
SE GIITA KABHU HÁRÁBE NÁ ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ SE GIITA KABHU HÁRÁBE NÁ YUGA YUGÁNTEO THÁMIBE NÁ MAHÁKÁSHE JÁBE BHESE JYOTIŚKÁTIITA SHRUTI PATHE JÁTIKÁ VIITHIKÁTE SE RÁTE
GIITI MÁLIKÁ GALE ESE CHILE JÁTIKÁ VIITHIKÁTE SE RÁTE
Translation
With the garland of songs in the neck, You came that night through the ja’tika’ lane. With that oscillation of dreamy game, liila, even today I go on floating into the unknown. Ignoring the tune, of the octave, You had sung the song full of love, with the strings of viin’a’, in hundreds of ways. That song would never be lost, and will not pause even for eras after eras. It would go on floating in the Great Space, beyond the glowing stars through the audible path.
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