PS 4138
HE AJA'NA' PATHIK ESO A'MA'R GHARE KHAN'A
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Roman script
HE AJÁNÁ PATHIK ESO ÁMÁR GHARE KŚAŃA TARE
GÁNTHÁ MÁLÁ KÁNNÁ HÁSIR D́ORE SÁRTHAK KARO TÁRE GALÁY PARE ESO ÁMÁR GHARE KŚAŃA TARE
CEYE VÁTÁYANE PATH PÁNE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ CEYE VÁTÁYANE PATH PÁNE DÚRER BANDHURE D́ÁKI SAḾGOPANE BHOLÁO TUMI SABÁY CHANDE GÁNE E LIILÁY KI THEKE JÁBE DURE ESO ÁMÁR GHARE KŚAŃA TARE
EKÁ TUMI SABÁI CÁY TOMÁRE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ EKÁ TUMI SABÁI CÁY TOMÁRE PRIYA PARAM PURUŚA ÁNKHI NIIRE TABU KENO NÁHI TÁKÁO PHIRE PRASHNA JÁGE MANE BÁRE BÁRE ESO ÁMÁR GHARE KŚAŃA TARE
HE AJÁNÁ PATHIK ESO ÁMÁR GHARE KŚAŃA TARE
Translation
O the unknown traveler, come to my home for a moment. I have threaded the garland with the twine of cries and smile. Make it purposeful, by wearing that into Your neck. Looking towards the path, sitting in the balcony, I call my distant friend secretly. You charm all with rhythm and songs, would this illusive game, liila’, remain far? You are singular and all want You, the Dear, Parama Purus’a, with tearful eyes. Yet, why do not You look to them? This question arises in the mind again and again.
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