PS 4077
TOMA'RE KHUNJIYA' DIVASA KET'ECHE VIBHA'VARII
Renditions
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Roman script
TOMÁRE KHUNJIYÁ DIVAS KET́ECHE TOMÁRE KHUNJIYÁ DIVAS KET́ECHE TOMÁRE KHUNJIYÁ DIVAS KET́ECHE VIBHÁVARII GECHE KÁNDI
KORAKER MADHU SHUKÁIYÁ DILE NAYANE BAHÁLE NIIRADHI VIBHÁVARII GECHE KÁNDI
KRPÁLU DAYÁLU SHUNI KATA KATHÁ ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ KRPÁLU DAYÁLU SHUNI KATA KATHÁ ÁMÁR BELÁY DEKHI ANYATHÁ NÁHI ELE KÁCHE NÁ BUJHILE VYATHÁ KII D́ORE TOMÁRE BÁNDHI VIBHÁVARII GECHE KÁNDI
NIIP NIKUNJE BÁJÁLE NÁ BÁNSHII ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ NIIP NIKUNJE BÁJÁLE NÁ BÁNSHII RAIJITÁDHARE JÁGÁLE NÁ HÁSI MÁDHAVII VITÁNE BOLILE NÁ ÁSI TUMI MOR NIRAVADHI VIBHÁVARII GECHE KÁNDI
TOMÁRE KHUNJIYÁ DIVAS KET́ECHE VIBHÁVARII GECHE KÁNDI
Translation
O Lord, looking for You, my day passes and night goes crying. You have dried up the honey in the pollen and flowed stream of tears from the eyes. I have heard much that You are Kind and Graceful, but at my time, why do I see otherwise? You did not come close, did not understand my pain, with what twine, should I tie You? You did not play flute in the niipbush, did not awaken smile on the coloured lips. Did not come and spoke in the ma’dhavii arbor, O my eternal being.
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