PS 3868
A'MI BHA'LABA'SIYA'CHI TOMA'RE
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Lyrics
Roman script
ÁMI, BHÁLOBÁSIÁCHI TOMÁRE ÁMI, BHÁLOBÁSIÁCHI TOMÁRE ÁMI, BHÁLOBÁSIÁCHI TOMÁRE
MANER MÁJHÁRE JÁ CHILO GABHIRE KII KARE DEKHÁBO TÁHÁRE ÁMI, BHÁLOBÁSIÁCHI TOMÁRE
JE PHUL RAYECHE KALIR ÁNDHÁRE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ JE PHUL RAYECHE KALIR ÁNDHÁRE JHARÁTE KI PÁRI TÁHÁR MADHURE JE REŃU RAYECHE BHARE ANTARE ÁNIBO KE MANE BÁHIRE ÁMI, BHÁLOBÁSIÁCHI TOMÁRE
JE UDAK DHÁRÁ MRITTALE BHARÁ ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ JE UDAK DHÁRÁ MRITTALE BHARÁ TAPAN TÁPANE HOENIKO HÁRÁ PRASRAVANETE SE AMRTA DHÁRÁ ÁLOKE ÁSIBE KI KARE ÁMI, BHÁLOBÁSIÁCHI TOMÁRE
Translation
O Lord, I love You. Whatever was within the depth of my mind, how can I show that to You? The flower that remained in darkness of the bud can it ooze out its sweetness? The pollen that filled the core, how can I bring it out? The water current that is full of mud at the bottom, and does not get dried up with sun and heat, how can that flow of nectar be trickled out into light?
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