PS 3935
O SE PRIYATAMA D'EKE
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
O SE PRIYATAMA D́EKE JÁY ÁMÁY PRIYATAMA, D́EKE JÁY ÁMÁY
MADHUR TAMA, MADHUR TAMA MOHAN MAMA MAN MÁJHE MURALII BÁJÁY D́EKE JÁY ÁMÁY
JATA BHÁVI NÁHI SÁŔÁ DOBO TÁRE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ JATA BHÁVI NÁHI SÁŔÁ DOBO TÁRE D́ÁKIÁ CALUK JATAI SE PÁRE DHAERYA NÁ MÁNE HIYÁ VIDARE ÁNKHI NIIR DHÁRE D́HEKE JÁY D́EKE JÁY ÁMÁY
VRINDÁVANE KUINJE KUINJE KHUINJI TÁRE VEŃUKÁ NIKUINJE VANA VIHAUNGI PUNJE PUNJE MARMER T́ÁNE MURCHÁY D́EKE JÁY ÁMÁY O SE PRIYATAMA D́EKE JÁY ÁMÁY
Translation
That Dearest goes on calling me playing charming and sweetest flute within my mind. How much I thought that I would not respond to His call, the more He goes on calling me. The patience does not heed, the heart tears apart, the eyes get covered with flow of tears. Within the various shrubs of Vrindavan I search Him even in bamboo groves. The herds of wild birds pull the core of heart stupefying it.
Thoughts
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