PS 3975
KA'R TARE MOR PRADIIP JVA'LA'
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
KÁR TARE MOR PRADIIP JVÁLÁ KÁR TARE MOR MÁLÁ GÁNTHÁ
JÁR LÁGI MAN HOYE UTALÁ SE SHUNALE NÁ GIITI GÁTHÁ KÁR TARE MOR MÁLÁ GÁNTHÁ
BHEVE CHILUM JÁ MOR BHÁLO MANER RAUNGIIN RAUNGA MASHÁLO SANDHYA RÁGE JHALAMALA DOBO MANER MADHURATÁ KÁR TARE MOR MÁLÁ GÁNTHÁ
JE SUR SEDHECHI ÁJIIVANA BHÁVE BHÁŚÁY CIRA NÚTAN PRÁŃER VIINÁ PRIYASPANDANA DOBO PRIITIR ÁKULATÁ KÁR TARE MOR MÁLÁ GÁNTHÁ
KÁR TARE MOR PRADIIP JVÁLÁ KÁR TARE MOR MÁLÁ GÁNTHÁ
Translation
What is the use of my kindling the lamp and threading the garland? The One for whom, the mind is restless, He does not listen to the song. I thought that all my best possessions the charming glowing colours of my mind, shining with the evening melody, and all sweetness of my mind, I shall offer. I had thought that all the melodies that I practiced throughout my whole life, which are ever new in ideas and language, the charming tinkling of the viin’a’ of my heart, I shall offer to Him, with earnest love.
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