PS 4133
TOMA'Y BHEVE A'MA'R DIN KET'ECHE TUMI CA'O
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
TOMÁY BHEVE ÁMÁR DIN KET́ECHE TOMÁY BHEVE ÁMÁR DIN KET́ECHE
TUMI, TUMI, TUMI, TUMI CÁO NÁKI ÁMÁRE KÁCHE BHORE JABE DEKHI ÁLO TOMÁRE LÁGE JE BHÁLO RÁUNGÁ RAVI BOLE TOMÁR TULANÁ NÁ ÁCHE TOMÁY BHEVE ÁMÁR DIN KET́ECHE
MÁRTAŃD́ER KHAR DYUTITE MAN CÁY KARUŃÁ PETE ÁNKHI NIRE HÁHÁKÁRE UPALAKAO KATA BOLECHE TOMÁY BHEVE ÁMÁR DIN KET́ECHE
PRADOŚER TARÁ RÁ JÁNÁY SE PRIYA DURE NÁHI HÁY YUGE YUGE GHUME JEGE DÚRER GIITI SE SHUNIYECHE TOMÁY BHEVE ÁMÁR DIN KET́ECHE
Translation
O Lord, thinking of You my days are passing. You do not look towards me. When I see light in the morning, which You like, the coloured sun speaks that there is no comparison of Yours. In the intense heat of the sun, the wants to get mercy, lamenting with tearful eyes, how much it speaks unblinking? The evening stars explain that the Dear is not far. Sleeping and awake for eras after eras, He listens to the distant sound.
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