PS 3832
GA'NE GA'NE BHARE DILE
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Roman script
GÁNE GÁNE BHARE DILE ÁKÁSHA VÁTÁS TUMI PRIYA
DYULOKER ÁLOKA ÁNILE CHANDE TÁLE RAMAŃIIYA ÁKÁSHA VÁTÁS TUMI PRIYA
DÚR KE KÁCHE T́ÁNILE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ DÚR KE KÁCHE T́ÁNILE PAR KE ÁPAN KARILE BHÁVER SUR SHUNIYE DILE JÁ MARME BÁJE ÁJIO ÁKÁSHA VÁTÁS TUMI PRIYA
ÁMÁR MANER RANDHRA PATHE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ ÁMÁR MANER RANDHRA PATHE ACENÁ AJÁNÁ HOTE KON SE PLÁVANA ÁCAMBITE BAHÁLE HE DHYÁNER DHYEYA ÁKÁSHA VÁTÁS TUMI PRIYA
GÁNE GÁNE BHARE DILE ÁKÁSHA VÁTÁS TUMI PRIYA
Translation
O Dear Lord, you filled the air and the sky with songs after songs. You brought effulgence from the heaven, beautified it with beats and rhythms. You pulled the distant ones near and made others your own. You made all others listen to your melodies of deep ideation which ring even today in the core our heart. O the object of my meditation, through the narrow path of my mind, from unrecognised and unknown path, suddenly You flowed the flood.
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