PS 4147
SUMUKHA DIYE CALE GELE TA'KA'LE NA' A'MA'R PA'NE
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SUMUKH DIYE CALE GELE TÁKÁLE NÁ ÁMÁR PÁNE
HE CIRA AJÁNÁ PATHIK CHILE KI GO ANYA MANE TÁKÁLE NÁ ÁMÁR PÁNE
EKALÁ BASE VÁTÁYANE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ EKALÁ BASE VÁTÁYANE CEYE CHILUM PATHER PÁNE ÁNKÁ CHILO ÁNKHIR KOŃE GOPAN SVAPANE TOMÁR MIŚT́I MADHUR HÁSI PLÚTA SVANANE TÁKÁLE NÁ ÁMÁR PÁNE
SE KATHÁ KI CHILE BHÚLE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ SE KATHÁ KI CHILE BHÚLE CHOT́T́A HIYÁR ANTARÁLE DULCHILO JÁBHÁVER KULE UPACE MANANE BÁNDHAN BHÁUNGÁ BÁNDHA NÁ MÁNÁ JOÁR PLÁVANE TÁKÁLE NÁ ÁMÁR PÁNE
SUMUKH DIYE CALE GELE TÁKÁLE NÁ ÁMÁR PÁNE
Translation
O Lord, You went away giving a direct vision, and then You did not see towards me again. O the everunknown traveler, were You unmindful then? Sitting alone in the balcony, I was looking towards the path. In the recess of the eye, secret dream was sketched Your sweet smile and long resonance. Did You forget that event, the gap of meager heart, which oscillates at the shore of feelings with overwhelming mind, that had broken the bounds and does not heed to ay bondage even during flood of tides?
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