PS 4051
TUMI JAKHAN ESECHILE A'MRA MUKULE MADHU CHILA
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Roman script
TUMI JAKHAN ESE CHILE ÁMRA MUKULE MADHU CHILO
BELÁ JUTHIKÁ KHUSHIIR CHALE SUVÁS D́HELE DITE CHILO ÁMRA MUKULE MADHU CHILO
ABUJH HAOÁ KÁCHE ESE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ ABUJH HAOÁ KÁCHE ESE KAYE CHILO KÁŃER PÁSHE CHANDE GÁNE TÁLE NÁCE PRIITIR KAŃÁ BHESE CHILO ÁMRA MUKULE MADHU CHILO
SE KATHÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁJ SMRITIR TÁRE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
SE KATHÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁJ SMRITIR TÁRE BHESE BEŔÁY BHUVAN BHARE
MANER KOŃE CUPI SÁRE VASANTA RÁGE CAINCALO ÁMRA MUKULE MADHU CHILO
TUMI JAKHAN ESE CHILE ÁMRA MUKULE MADHU CHILO
Translation
O Lord, when You had come, there was honey in the mango buds. The bela’ and juhi flowers, deluded with joy, had poured fragrance. The ignorant wind, coming close, spoke close to the ears. Within rhythm, beats, dance and songs, particles of love floated. That event today, along the strings of memories, goes on floating filling the whole world vibrant with the melody of spring in the recess of the mind secretly.
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