PS 4154
OGO VEDARADII KOTHA' CALE JA'O MOR E A'UNGINA'
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OGO BEDARADII KOTHÁ CALE JÁO MOR E ÁUNGINÁ DIYE MOR E ÁNGINÁ DIYE, MOR PÁNE NÁHI CEYE KÁHÁR MARMA NILAYE DHÁO
OGO BEDARADII KOTHÁ CALE JÁO CÁMPÁ BAKULER ? CÁMPÁ BAKULER SURABHI CHAŔIYE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ CÁMPÁ BAKULER SURABHI CHAŔIYE MADHU KORAKER PÁPAŔI SARIYE RÚPA SÁYARER SUTANUKÁ JÁGIYE KÁR HIYÁ ALAKÁY KHUNJE BEŔÁO
OGO BEDARADII KOTHÁ CALE JÁO ÁSHÁR PARE ÁSHÁ ÁSHÁR NÁHI SHEŚA ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ ÁSHÁR PARE ÁSHÁ ÁSHÁR NÁHI SHEŚA KLÁNTI KUHELIITEO CÁOÁR THÁKE LESHA TAVA MADHUR HÁSIR TAVA MADHUR HÁSIR PRIITIO ÁCHE RESHA SE SABE BHÚLE GIYE KÁR PÁNE CÁO OGO BEDARADII KOTHÁ CALE JÁO
Translation
O the Merciless, where are You going? Giving me this courtyard and not looking at me towards whose core of mind are You rushing? Scattering the fragrance of campa’ and bakul flowers, removing the petals on the sweet nucleus, awakening beauty in the ocean of forms whose heart are You searching in the heaven? Hope after hope, there is no end of hope, not even the wish of the trace of the fog of tiredness is left. Only the after feeling of Your sweet smile and love is present. Forgetting all, towards whom are You going?
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