PS 4075
ESECHILE A'MA'R GHARE KON SE PU'RN'IMA'Y
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
ESECHILE ÁMÁR GHARE KON SE PÚRŃIMÁY ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
NÁCE GÁNE PRÁŃER T́ÁNE BHOLÁLE ÁMÁY KON SE PÚRŃIMÁY ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
SHUNECHILEM MANER KATHÁ ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ SHUNECHILEM MANER KATHÁ SARIYE DILE JATA VYATHÁ ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ SARIYE DILE JATA VYATHÁ RACE GELE ITI KATHÁ MADHU MÁLIKÁY KON SE PÚRŃIMÁY ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
SAHASÁ KENO JE GELE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ SAHASÁ KENO JE GELE EKÁ ÁMÁY REKHE GELE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ EKÁ ÁMÁY REKHE GELE SE SMRITI KII D́HEKE DILE KÁLER KUÁSHÁY KON SE PÚRŃIMÁY ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
ESECHILE ÁMÁR GHARE KON SE PÚRŃIMÁ ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
Translation
O Lord, You came to my home on one full moon night. You enchanted me with songs, dance and overwhelming pull. You listened to my feelings of the mind and removed all my sufferings. You created a history of sweet floral garlands. But why suddenly You went away leaving me alone. You even covered that memory with the fog of time.
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