PS 4159
ELA MADHU MA'SERI MALAY MADHAVII KUINJE
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
ELO MADHUMÁSERI MALAY ELO MADHUMÁSERI MALAY
MÁDHAVI KUNJE PUNJE PUNJE ALI ELO ELO KISHALAY ELO MADHUMÁSERI MALAY ELO MADHUMÁSERI MALAY
SAHAKÁREI SHÁKHÁ MUKULE BHARE GECHE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ SAHAKÁREI SHÁKHÁ MUKULE BHARE GECHE SHÁLMALII KIḾSHUK RÁḾGÁ RAUNGE HÁSITECHE SHIRIŚAO NEI SARE DURER GAHAN PURE SEO ALAKE KATHÁ KAY ELO MADHUMÁSERI MALAY ELO MADHUMÁSERI MALAY
BAKULER PADA DHVANI ASPHUT́A SHONÁ JÁY BELÁR KALIKÁ SHÁKHAGRE JÁGITE CÁY KOKIL NIKHIL GIITI JÁNÁY HÁRÁNO PRIITI SMRITI MAINJÚŚÁ MADHUMAYA ELO MADHUMÁSERI MALAY ELO MADHUMÁSERI MALAY
Translation
The sandal breeze of spring came. Into the arbor of ma’dhavii flower, groups and groups of honeybee came and tender leaves appeared. The mango branches have become full of buds the colourful sha’lmalii and kim’shuk flowers smile. Even shiris’ does not move away to distant depth. That also speaks out unseen. The footsteps of bakul flower are heard indistinctly. The buds of bela’ flowers tend to bloom at the tip of the branch. The songs of cuckoo is totally expressed losing the love, as sweetness absorbed casket of memory.
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