PS 4139
DINER SHES'E GHUMER DESHE PA'RER TARII VA'IVE
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Lyrics
Roman script
DINER SHEŚE GHUMER DESHE PÁRER TARII BÁIBE BOLE
CINI NIKO D́ÁKI NIKO CÁILE TABU NAYAN MELE PÁRER TARII BÁIBE BOLE
KLÁNTA CHILUM PARISHRAME SÁRÁT́I DIN JAD́E BHRAME ELO JAKHAN ÁNDHÁR NEME D́AKCHI TOMÁY NITE TULE PÁRER TARII BÁIBE BOLE
KE GO TUMI DAYÁL T́HÁKUR BHÚL KARE BOLECHI NIT́HUR KÁREO TUMI RÁKHO NÁ DÚR T́ÁNO SABÁRE TRUT́I BHÚLE PÁRER TARII BÁIBE BOLE
DINER SHEŚE GHUMER DESHE PÁRER TARII BÁIBE BOLE
Translation
O Lord, at the end of the day, in the arena of sleep, You told that You would steer the boat for crossing over. I did not recognise, nor I called, still I loved with eyes open. I was tired due to labor, wandering whole day in the material arena. When darkness came down, I call You lifting up. Who is that You, the merciful Lord, it was my mistake that I called You merciless. You do not keep anybody away, attract each one forgetting their mistakes.
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