PS 4190
TUMI JE A'GUN JVA'LIYA' GELE PHA'GUN MA'SE PALA'SH VANE
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TUMI, JE ÁGUN JVÁLIYE GELE PHÁGUN MÁSE PALÁSH VANE
TÁRI CONYÁ CHAŔIYE DILE PHÁGER RAUNGE GOPIIKÁ MANE PHÁGUN MÁSE PALÁSH VANE
TOMÁRE ÁJ MANE MANE GOPIIKÁRÁ CÁY VIJANE NIIP TAMÁLER KUNJA VANE CETAN SHILÁY GOVARDHANE PHÁGUN MÁSE PALÁSH VANE
JÁNO NÁKI NIT́HUR HARI DIVÁ NISHITOMÁY SMARI KÁNNÁ HÁSI ASHRU RÁSHIR YAMUNÁ MOR DHÁY UJÁNE PHÁGUN MÁSE PALÁSH VANE
TUMI, JE ÁGUN JVÁLIYE GELE PHÁGUN MÁSE PALÁSH VANE
Translation
O Lord, the fire that You kindled in the grove of red flowering pala’sh, during the spring period, that touch You left within the minds of devotees, gopika’s, colour of festivity. Today, those devotees, gipika’s, want You inside their minds during isolation, in the garden of niip and tama’l, and living stones of the Govardhan mountain. O Merciless, Hari, do not You know that I remember You day and night. The river Yamuna’ made of my tears due to crying and smiling, rushes overwhelmingly.
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