PS 4071
JE PHUL HA'TE TULE MA'LA'Y GENTHECHILE
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
JE PHÚL HÁTE TULE MÁLÁY GENTHE CHILE SE PHUL ÁJI KENO BHÚLE GELE
GUL BÁGE TAVA GUL BÁGE TAVA CHILO SAORABHA TÁHÁTE KÁNT́Á KENO PHELE DILE SE PHUL ÁJI KENO BHÚLE GELE
JE MÁDHAVII LATÁ GÁNE KAHITO KATHÁ ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ JE MÁDHAVII LATÁ GÁNE KAHITO KATHÁ JE APARÁJITÁ BHOLÁTO SAB VYATHÁ TÁDER SABE CHEŔE CALE GELE DÚRE SEI JE GELE PHIRE NÁHI ELE SE PHUL ÁJI KENO BHÚLE GELE
MOR KANAK CÁMPÁ KUÁSHÁTE D́HÁKÁ ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ MOR KANAK CÁMPÁ KUÁSHÁTE D́HÁKÁ ÁLO ÁNDHÁRE CÁPÁ MADHURIMÁ MÁKHÁ TÁHÁR PÁNE CEYE KONO NÁ KATHÁ KAYE KENO NIT́HUR HOYE GELE CHALE SE PHUL ÁJI KENO BHÚLE GELE
JE PHÚL HÁTE TULE MÁLÁY GENTHE CHILE SE PHUL ÁJI KENO BHÚLE GELE
Translation
O Lord, the flower that you lifted in hands and threaded garlands, that flower, why did You forget? In Your floral garden, fragrance was there, into that, why did You scatter thorns? The ma’dhavii creeper, told the fact with songs, the apara’jita’ creeper made forget all sorrows, leaving all that You went far away, and never returned back. My kanak campa’ flower is covered with fog, sweetness smeared illumination is suppressed with darkness, looking at that, without telling a thing, You went deluding mercilessly?
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