PS 4100
GULAVA'GICA'Y VULAVULI GA'Y VIHA'NE SANDHYA'Y
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
GUL BÁGICÁY BUBULI GÁY GUL BÁGICÁY BUBULI GÁY GUL BÁGICÁY BUBULI GÁY VIHÁNE SANDHYÁY KI JE VÁRATÁ
PHÚLER KÁNT́AY RAUNGERA SHOBHÁY SAMATÁ ÁNÁY TÁR ITIKATHÁ VIHÁNE SANDHYÁY KI JE VÁRATÁ
SHUNE JÁO MÁNUŚA SUJAN ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ SHUNE JÁO MÁNUŚA SUJAN ESO NIYE KHOLÁ MAN GAGANE TÁRI BHERII UT́HACHE BHARI SARIYE DIYE JATA VYATHÁ VIHÁNE SANDHYÁY KI JE VÁRATÁ
BHÚLE JÁO KÁNNÁ HÁSI ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ BHÚLE JÁO KÁNNÁ HÁSI TÁRE NÁO MARME PASHI RÁKÁR E JYOTSNÁ RÁSHSHI ÁNACHE BHÁSI SE VYÁKULATÁ VIHÁNE SANDHYÁY KI JE VÁRATÁ
GUL BÁGICÁY BUBULI GÁY VIHÁNE SANDHYÁY KI JE VÁRATÁ
Translation
The nightingale of the floral garden sings mornings and evenings, what is that message? Your history expresses thorns of flower and beauty of colours. O the gentlemen listen come with open mind. His trumpet sound has filled the sky, removing all pains. Forget the cries and smiles, bring then touching the core of heart. The illumination of moonlight brings floating that restlessness.
Thoughts
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