PS 4039
JAKHAN DINER CHILA PHULETE MADHUO TAKHAN
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
JAKHAN DINER ÁLO CHILO PHÚLETE MADHUO
TAKHAN TUMI KENO ÁMÁR GHARE NÁ ELE PRIYA PHÚLETE MADHUO
MOR VANE ÁJ NEIKO KUSUM ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ MOR VANE ÁJ NEIKO KUSUM TÚRYA NÁDER NEI KONO DHÚM HRTA SAḾPADA NISHIITHA NIJHÚM DIIPE KOL ÁNDHÁRER KÁLO PHÚLETE MADHUO
TÁRÁR MÁLÁR MRDU DYUTI ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ TÁRÁR MÁLÁR MRDU DYUTI KHADYOTERI KŚUDRA PRIITI AVYAKTAERA ASHRUTA GIITI TOMÁR KI LÁGIBE BHÁLO PHÚLETE MADHUO
JAKHAN DINER ÁLO CHILO PHÚLETE MADHUO
Translation
O Dear, when there was daylight and honey in the flower, then why did not You come to my home? Today in my garden there is no flower, there is no intensity in the trumpet call. I am a pauper with dark night, the lamp core is black dark. The soft glow of the series of stars, the meager love like firefly. The unexpressed, unheard song, do You like that?
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