PS 4003
HE PRIYA TOMA'R A'SA'I VASE KATA YUG CALE
Renditions
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Roman script
HE PRIYA TOMÁR ÁSHÁY BASE KATA YUGA CALE GECHE SE HISÁB NÁI
KATA RÁTA KET́E GECHE KLESHE TÁMASE KATA DIN KUÁSHAY BHEVE NÁHI PÁI KATA YUGA CALE GECHE SE HISÁB NÁI
ÁLOKE ÁNDHARE TUMI HESECHO KATA ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ ÁLOKE ÁNDHARE TUMI HESECHO KATA SE SMRITI MANE ÁCHE PRATI NIYATA ÁNANE DEKHINIKO BÚJHECHI SMITA ÁNDHÁRE MÁŃIK TUMI ÁLOKE HÁRÁI KATA YUGA CALE GECHE SE HISÁB NÁI
SAHASÁ SHUNI MOR DVÁRE KARÁGHÁTA ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ SAHASÁ SHUNI MOR DVÁRE KARÁGHÁTA ÁNDHÁR GHARE MOR DYUTI SAUNGHÁTA ÁSHÁR VARTIKÁTE ARUŃA PRÁTE ELE ÁJIAHETUKI KARUŃARI KATA YUGA CALE GECHE SE HISÁB NÁI
HE PRIYA TOMÁR ÁSHÁY BASE KATA YUGA CALE GECHE SE HISÁB NÁI
Translation
O Lord, sitting, waiting for You, how many eras of mine have passed, there is no account of that. How many nights have passed in darkness of sorrows, how many foggy days have passed, I cannot think. How much do You smile with light and shade, that memory remains in the mind each moment. Even without looking at Your face, I take it as smiling, O the shining gem of dark, You are dissolved in effulgence. Suddenly I heard nocks at my door blow of effulgence in my dark home. On the crimson dawn with lamp of hope, today You came with causeless mercy.
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