PS 4151
SHARATA ESECHE SHEPHA'LII HESECHE MADHUR MANDA VA'Y (NOT CLEAR)
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Roman script
SHARAT ESECHE SHEFÁLI HESECHE MADHUR MANDA VÁY
VARAŚÁ SARECHE SHAŚPA REKHE GECHE SAJAL SARITÁ BAHE JÁY MADHUR MANDA VÁY
SÁDÁ MEGHE BHELÁ BHÁSÁIYA CALE JÁY ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ SÁDÁ MEGHE BHELÁ BHÁSÁIYA CALE JÁY RÁTE HIME BHARE SHISHIRE SHIHARÁYA KHUSHIIR JOÁR ALAKHE UPACÁY PRÁŃE MADHU CIRA AJÁNÁ BANDHURE CÁY MADHUR MANDA VÁY
KUSHE KÁSHE MRDU HESE DOLÁ DIYE JÁY ÁTÁ VÁTÁVIITE RÁGE SURABHI CHAŔÁY KLÁNTI SARE JÁY ÁSHÁ JÁGÁY HÁRÁNO AJÁNÁ PATHIKE KHUNJE PÁY MADHUR MANDA VÁY
SHARAT ESECHE SHEFÁLI HESECHE MADHUR MANDA VÁY
Translation
The autumn came and shefa’lii flower smiled with sweet mild breeze. The rainy season passed, leaving young grass, and water stream goes on flowing. The boat of white clouds goes on floating. The snowfull night produces shivers with dews. The tide of joy is produced unseen and seeks the sweetness of life, everunknown friend. It produces in the flowering tall grass, soft smile swinging it and scatters fragrance of a’ta’ and va’ta’vii flowers in the nights. It removes tiredness and awakens hopes, enabling the Unknown Traveler to be got on search.
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