PS 4145
A'MI BHULITE PA'RI NA' TOMA'RE EKVA'R ESE SUMADHUR
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
ÁMI, BHÚLITE PÁRI NÁ TOMÁRE BHÚLITE PÁRI NÁ TOMÁRE
EK BÁR ESE SUMADHURA HESE CALIYÁ GIYÁCHO SUDÚRE ÁMI, BHÚLITE PÁRI NÁ TOMÁRE BHÚLITE PÁRI NÁ TOMÁRE
ESE CHILE TUMI MALAY VÁTÁSE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ ESE CHILE TUMI MALAY VÁTÁSE BELÁ MÁLATIIR MOHAN SUVÁSE KASTÚRII SAMA MADHU NIRYÁSE KLÁNTI KLIŚT́A PRAHARE ÁMI, BHÚLITE PÁRI NÁ TOMÁRE BHÚLITE PÁRI NÁ TOMÁRE
ÁKÁSHA JETHÁY SÁGAR MISHECHE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ ÁKÁSHA JETHÁY SÁGAR MISHECHE HE PRIYA SETHÁO TAVA DYUTI ÁCHE GRAHA TÁRAKÁY NIIHÁRIKÁY SE DYUTI D́ÁKICHE SABÁRE ÁMI, BHÚLITE PÁRI NÁ TOMÁRE BHÚLITE PÁRI NÁ TOMÁRE
Translation
O Lord, I am unable to forget You. Coming once, smiling sweetly, You went away far. You had come with sandal breeze, with charming fragrance of bela’ and malatii flowers, with sweet essence of musk, during the period of painful fatigue. Where the sky meets the ocean, even there, O Lord, Your glow is present. That glow through the planets, stars and nebula, calls everyone.
Thoughts
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