PS 3877
TUMI EKII LIILA' KARA, GAR'A' PUTUL BHENGE PHELE
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
TUMI E KI LIILÁ KARO GAŔÁ PUTUL BHEUNGE PHELO
BHÁUNGÁ JINIS GAŔE TOLO MANE NEIKO VIKÁRO GAŔÁ PUTUL BHEUNGE PHELO
NEIKO TOMÁR JÁOÁ ÁSÁ NEIKO SHAYAN UT́HÁ BASÁ NEIKO KONO KÁNNÁ HÁSÁ PRATYÁSHÁ KÁRAO GAŔÁ PUTUL BHEUNGE PHELO
KÁKE KAKHAN KII BHÁVE T́ÁNO VIDHI TÁHÁR TUMI JÁNO SINDHU MÁJHE CHANDA ÁNO TARAUNGE BHARAO GAŔÁ PUTUL BHEUNGE PHELO
TUMI E KI LIILÁ KARO GAŔÁ PUTUL BHEUNGE PHELO
Translation
O Lord, what an illusive game do You perform, You break a beautifully made doll and make one out of broken pieces, without any perversion in the mind. For You there is nothing like coming and going or awakening or sleeping. No crying or joy nor any counter expectation. Whom You pull close to You with what feeling and when, those rule You only know. You bring rhythms within the ocean filling with waves.
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