PS 3809
BHA'LOBESECHILE JA'NI KENA MOR GHARE
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
BHÁLOBESE CHILE JÁNI KENO MOR GHARE ELE NÁ
KATHÁ DIYE CHILE BHULINI KENO KATHÁ RÁKHILE NÁ KENO MOR GHARE ELE NÁ
ÁLPANÁ ÁJO DUÁRETE ÁCHE TAVA TARE GHAR SÁJÁNO RAYECHE CIKURE KEUR ÁJAO BÁNDHÁ ÁCHE GÁNTHÁ MÁLÁ GALE NILE NÁ KENO MOR GHARE ELE NÁ
MÁNASA PRADIIP ÁJAO JVALITE CHE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ MÁNASA PRADIIP ÁJAO JVALITE CHE GHRTA O SALITÁ EKHANO RAYECHE ÁSHÁR ÁKUTI NAYANE BHÁSICHE MOR PÁNE KENO TÁKÁLE NÁ KENO MOR GHARE ELE NÁ
BHÁLOBESE CHILE JÁNI KENO MOR GHARE ELE NÁ
Translation
O Lord, I know You loved, but why did not You come into my home? I have not forgotten that You gave the word, why did not You keep the word? Even today the welcome mark remains painted at the door. The home remains decorated for You. The tress of hair is even today decorated with the ornamental griddle, You did not accept and place on Your neck the threaded garland. The mental lamp is glowing even today and contains the ghee and the wick even now. The earnestness of hope appears into the eyes. Why did not You look towards me?
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