PS 3779
BHA'VI TOMA'Y BHULE JA'BA
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
BHÁVI TOMÁY BHULE JÁBO KEMANE BHULI BOLO NÁ
BHESE UT́HO DIGVALAYE YADI BHÁVI TÁKÁBO NÁ KEMANE BHULI BOLO NÁ
NIDÁGHE CANDANE HÁSO ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ NIDÁGHE CANDANE HÁSO VARŚÁR KEYÁ PARÁGE BHÁSO SHARATE KUSH KÁSHE NÁCO SÁDÁ MEGHE BÁNDHO JHULONÁ KEMANE BHULI BOLO NÁ
HEMANTE DHÁNER SUGHÁNE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ HEMANTE DHÁNER SUGHÁNE SHIITERI RAJAT? TUHINE VASANTE VARŃA SHOBHANE RAUNGIIN HAOÁY DÁO DYOTANÁ KEMANE BHULI BOLO NÁ
BHÁVI TOMÁY BHULE JÁBO KEMANE BHULI BOLO NÁ
Translation
O Lord, I thought that I would forget You, but how to forget, tell me. If I think not to see then You rise at the horizon. You smile like sandal paste during intense sun of the noon. You float through the fragrance of ketakii (screwpine) flower. During pre winter You dance as the tall grass and make a swing of the white clouds. In the nice smell of winter paddy, In the silvery snow of the winter, in the colourful decoration of the spring through the colourful wind, You provide indications.
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