PS 4112
TIIRTHA TIIRTHA GHURIYA' GHURIYA' KLA'NTA HAYE ESECHI
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
TIIRTHE TIIRTHE GHÚRIYÁ GHÚRIYÁ KLÁNTA HOYE ESECHI DVÁRE
VIMUKH HOYO NÁ PRABHU VIRÚPO HOYO NÁ DVÁR KHULE NÁO BHIITARE KLÁNTA HOYE ESECHI DVÁRE
KLÁNTA CARAŃ ÁMÁR KLÁNTA CARAŃ ÁMÁR DHÚLI DHÚSARITA ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ KLÁNTA CARAŃ ÁMÁR DHÚLI DHÚSARITA RAKTIM ÁNAN SVEDE VIJAD́ITA NIRÁSHÁ KUHELIKÁ ÁLAMBITA PATH CALITE NÁRI KLESHA BHÁRE KLÁNTA HOYE ESECHI DVÁRE
MOR MÁLAINCE MOR MÁLAINCE TABU PHOT́E PHÚL ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ MOR MÁLAINCE TABU PHOT́E PHÚL ÁSHÁR LATÁ ÁJ DOLE DODUL BHÁVER SARITÁ E BHEVE ÁKUL UJÁNE JOÁRE YADI BHARE KLÁNTA HOYE ESECHI DVÁRE
TIIRTHE TIIRTHE GHÚRIYÁ GHÚRIYÁ KLÁNTA HOYE ESECHI DVÁRE
Translation
O Lord, having searched You in various pilgrim places, wandering, becoming exhausted finally I reached the altar gate. O Lord, do not be apathetic, and displeased, open the door and allow me inside. My feet are fatigued and smeared with dust. My tired red face is smeared with sweat. Carrying the mist of disappointments, I am unable to tread the path due to load of agonies. Still in my garden flowers bloom, even today the creeper of hope oscillates on the swing. The stream of feeling is eager with the thought that the tide will make it full.
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