PS 3792
PRIYA KE BALE TOMA'KE BHA'LA
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
PRIYA KE BOLE TOMÁKE BHÁLO KATA NÁ JANAM KATA KLESHA SHRAMA D́ÁKIÁ CALIÁ GELO
KE BOLE TOMÁKE BHÁLO DE’KECHI TOMÁY MAYUKHA MÁLÁY ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ DE’KECHI TOMÁY MAYUKHA MÁLÁY NIDÁGHE PRÁVRIT́E JALADARCI GÁY D́EKECHI BHÁDRE SHÁRADA RÁTRE SÁDÁ MEGHE JVELE ÁLO
KE BOLE TOMÁKE BHÁLO D́EKECHI HEMANTERI HIMA VÁYA ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ D́EKECHI HEMANTERI HIMA VÁYA SHITER TIIVRA TUŚÁRER GHÁY ELE VASANTE JIIVAN PRÁNTE NÁSHI SAINCITA KÁLO
KE BOLE TOMÁKE BHÁLO PRIYA KE BOLE TOMÁKE BHÁLO
Translation
O Dear, who tells that You are good. How many lives, with how much struggle and pains passed calling You. I call You in the series of effulgence, in summer heat, and flood and clouds, singing, I call You during rainy season, winter nights, kindling light and in the white clouds. I call You during cold snowy wind of winter, during cold burn injury by snow of winter. You came into the arena of life, during spring, destroying the accumulated darkness.
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