PS 4160
A'SVE VALE DIYEHCILE SE KATHA' BHULE RAILE KENA
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Roman script
ÁSBE BOLE GIYE CHILE SE KATHÁ BHÚLE RAILE KENO
MANER MAYUR BHÁVER NÚPUR TOMÁRE BHEVE NÁCACHE JENO SE KATHÁ BHÚLE RAILE KENO
CIKUR KEUR DHÚLOY LOT́ÁY ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ CIKUR KEUR DHÚLOY LOT́ÁY TOMÁR PRIITIR PARASH JE CÁY ASTA RAVIR RAKTIMÁBHÁY SVAPANE TÁDER KENO NÁ T́ÁNO SE KATHÁ BHÚLE RAILE KENO
HE PRÁŃA PURUŚA PRIYA SABÁR ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ HE PRÁŃA PURUŚA PRIYA SABÁR ÁDI MADHYA ANTE APÁR SABÁR ÁDHÁR NIJE NIRÁDHÁR AŃUR ANURODHA EKT́U SHOŃO SE KATHÁ BHÚLE RAILE KENO
ÁSBE BOLE GIYE CHILE SE KATHÁ BHÚLE RAILE KENO
Translation
O Lord, You had told to return, why have You forgotten that matter. The mental peacock ideating on You, with tinkling of anklebell and feelings, dances. The chignon ornament merging with dust, wants the touch of Your love. With the red glow of sunset, why do not You pull them close? O The Purus’a of life, Dear to all, unlimited in beginning, middle and the end, You are base of all, though remaining without any foundation, listen to the one prayer of the microcosm.
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