PS 3777
JEO NA' YEO NA' PRIYA MOR
Renditions
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Roman script
JEO NÁ JEO NÁ PRIYA MOR ELE YADI ÁMÁR GHARE TOMÁR TARE NISHI BHARE ÁLPANÁ DIYECHI DVÁRE ELE YADI ÁMÁR GHARE
JEO NÁ JEO NÁ PRIYA MOR TULIÁCHI SAHÁSA PÁRUL ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ TULIÁCHI SAHÁSA PÁRUL MÁLÁTE DIYECHI BAKÚL GHAT́E REKHE ÁMRA MUKUL BASE CHILUM PATHER DHÁRE ELE YADI ÁMÁR GHARE
JEO NÁ JEO NÁ PRIYA MOR CIT UDADHI ÚRMI MÁLÁY ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ CIT UDADHI ÚRMI MÁLÁY TOMÁY BHEVE NECE BEŔÁY MANER MAYUR ÁKÁSHE TÁKÁY KRŚŃA MEGHE DEKHÁR TARE ELE YADI ÁMÁR GHARE JEO NÁ JEO NÁ PRIYA MOR
Translation
O My Dear, do not go, do not go, if You come to my home. For You whole of night, I had marked the door with decoration of welcome. I have picked up in hands pa’rul flowers with smile, and provided bakul flower in the garland. Keeping the welcome decoration of the mango leaves and buds at the pitcher, I am sitting at the edge of the path. The series of waves in the ocean of the mind, dance thinking of You. The mental peacock look towards the sky, to see the dark clouds.
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