PS 3907
TUMI KUSUMA KORAKA SAMA KOMALA
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Lyrics
Roman script
TUMI, KUSUM KORAK SAMA KOMALA ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ TABE KURIISH KAT́HOR KENO HOLE KUSUM KORAK SAMA KOMALA NIIP NIKUNJE JE VEŃU BÁJÁTE SVARÁGHÁTA? TÁTE KENO DILE
KUSUM KORAK SAMA KOMALA JE MALAY VÁYA BHARE SANDHYÁY CANDAN SPARSHA DITO GÁY MADHYÁHNE MÁRTAND́A JVÁLÁY HUTÁSH TÁKE KENO KARILE KURIISH KAT́HOR KENO HOLE
KUSUM KORAK SAMA KOMALA TABU TAVA SÁTHE NITYA KÁLE MISHE THÁKI CHANDE O TÁLE TAVA NÚPURE NIKKAN D́ORE MOR MAN JENO DULE CALE KURIISH KAT́HOR KENO HOLE KUSUM KORAK SAMA KOMAL
Translation
O Lord, You are soft like the pollen of flower, then why did You become hard like a stone? Those who played flute in the niip arbor, why did You forbid, stop them? The air filled with sandal fragrance during morning and evening, applied sandal paste touch on the body during noon with burning heat of the sun, why did You burn? Still merged along with You all the time, I stay with rhythm and beats. With the twine of the ankle bell sound of Yours, my mind goes on swinging.
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