PS 3944
KA'CHE A'CHA SA'THE A'CHA
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
KÁCHE ÁCHO SÁTHE ÁCHO DEKHITE NÁ PÁI PRIYA BHÁVI BUJHI BHULE GECHO OGO MOR ÁDARŃIIYA,
BAESHÁKHE NIDÁGHA JVÁLÁY ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ BAESHÁKHE NIDÁGHA JVÁLÁY PRÁVRT́E JALAMEKHALÁY SHARATER KÁSH SHEFÁLIKÁYA SÁDÁ MEGHE BHELÁ BHÁSIO BHÁVI BUJHI BHULE GECHO OGO MOR ÁDARŃIIYA
HEMANTE HIMÁNIIPÁTE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ HEMANTE HIMÁNIIPÁTE SHIITERI TUŚÁRÁGHÁTE VASANTE MALAYVÁTE SHINJITA CARAŃA PHELIO BHÁVI BUJHI BHULE GECHO OGO MOR ÁDARŃIIYA
KÁCHE ÁCHO SÁTHE ÁCHO DEKHITE NÁ PÁI PRIYA BHÁVI BUJHI BHULE GECHO OGO MOR ÁDARŃIIYA
Translation
O dear Lord, You are close, together with me, but I am unable to see You. In the intense burning heat of summer, in series of heavy rains, in the tall grass and shefalii flowers of the winter, You float me on the boat of white clouds. I think that You have forgotten me, O my most revered One. During the snowfall of the cold, fall of hails in cold, in sandal breeze of the spring, You place Your feet forward with melody of ankle bells.
Thoughts
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