PS 3942
MARUR JVA'LA'Y TARULATA' SHUKA'Y
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
MARUR JVÁLÁY TARULATÁ SHUKHÁY PÁPAŔI JHARE JÁY AKÁLE
NADIR DHÁRÁ HÁRÁY UDAK UŔE JÁY BALÁKÁ BHESE JÁY UCALE PÁPAŔI JHARE JÁY AKÁLE
AJÁNÁ HE PATHIK ÁSO GO KŚAŃIK ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ AJÁNÁ HE PATHIK ÁSO GO KŚAŃIK BÁREK BOLE JÁO SABAI KI ALIIK SHYÁMALIMÁR CHÁYÁ MARUR ASHEŚA MÁYÁ HOBE KI GRASTA ATALE PÁPAŔI JHARE JÁY AKÁLE
ÁCHI KI NEI ÁMI ÁCHE KI NÁ E TUMI ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ ÁCHI KI NEI ÁMI ÁCHE KI NÁ E TUMI SÁRÁTSÁR JÁNO HE PRABHU SHUDHU TUMI BHÁVER DEULE HÁY ABHÁVA T́HÁIN NÁ PÁY NIKKANE NÁHI NÁCE BETÁLE PÁPAŔI JHARE JÁY AKÁLE
MARUR JVÁLÁY TARULATÁ SHUKHÁY PÁPAŔI JHARE JÁY AKÁLE
Translation
With the heat of desert, the trees and creepers go on drying, petals whither untimely. The current in the river gets lost, water goes on evaporating. The swans go on gliding high. O The Unknown traveler, come for a while, tell me at least once if everything is false. Will the shade of greenness be totally devoured by infinite mirage of the desert? Whether “I” am there or not, whether the world exists or not, You only know the essence of essence, O Lord. Alas in the temple of ideation, dearth cannot exist, the ankle bell does not sound out of rhythm.
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