PS 4111
VEN'UKA'R VANE VA'NSHII VA'JE NAY TA'R KON KHA'NE
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
VEŃUKÁR VANE BÁNSHII BÁJE VEŃUKÁRA NAY ÁR KONO KHÁNE MANERI MADHU VANE BHULÁIYÁ DIYÁ SHATA KÁJE VEŃUKÁR VANE BÁNSHII BÁJE
ARUŃER ÁLO ÁSI JABE ÁNKHI PÁTE PASHI BOLE MORESE PÁT́HÁLO TOMÁRI PÁSHÁ PÁSHI MATTA TUNGA SAMA SE BÁNSHII PRÁŃE MAMA HESE BOLE DEKHO ÁCHI KÁCHE VEŃUKÁR VANE BÁNSHII BÁJE
SANDHYÁ TÁRÁR HÁSI PRADOŚE ULLÁSI BOLE MORE BHEVO NÁKO SE HÁSI MÁNASE BHÁSI SE AJÁNÁ PATHIK LIILÁY NIRNIMIŚA BHÁLOBÁSE SABE SÁJIYE RÚPE GUŃER SÁJE VEŃUKÁR VANE BÁNSHII BÁJE
Translation
In the bamboo grove, flute is played. Nowhere else but in mental garden, ignoring hundreds of jobs. When the morning sunrays come and enter into the eyes, it tells me, “ He has sent me close to you”. Like frenzied bee, that flute smilingly tells into my heart, “ See, I am close”. The smile of the evening star, joyfully, tells me, “Do not worry. That smile appears in the mind. That Unknown traveler, steadfast in illusive game liila’, loves all, beautifully adorned with decoration of attributes”.
Thoughts
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