PS 4191
TUMI KAT'HOR KOMAL HARI A'MI TOMA'Y KHUNJE PHIRI
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Roman script
TUMI, KAT́HOR KOMAL HARI ÁMI TOMÁY KHUNJE PHIRI
GHARER KOŃE GAHAN VANE KOTHÁO NÁHI HERI ÁMI TOMÁY KHUNJE PHIRI
DINER ÁLOY MANDA BHÁLOY ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ DINER ÁLOY MANDA BHÁLOY AMÁNISHÁR NIKAŚA KÁLOY SAB KHÁNETEI KHUNJE GECHI KUHELI SANTARII ÁMI TOMÁY KHUNJE PHIRI
HAT́HÁT ELE TANDRÁ GHORE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ HAT́HÁT ELE TANDRÁ GHORE CUPI CUPI BOLALE MORE TOMÁR MANE SAḾGOPANE ÁCHI TRIKÁL DHARI ÁMI TOMÁY KHUNJE PHIRI
TUMI, KAT́HOR KOMAL HARI ÁMI TOMÁY KHUNJE PHIRI
Translation
O Hari, You are hard and yet so soft. I go on searching You. From the corner of my room to deep forests, where I did not search? In good and evil of the daylight, in intense darkness of newmoon nights, I searched you everywhere crossing the mist. Suddenly you came during my intense drowsiness and told me secretly, “ Within the secret recess of your mind, I am present all the time”
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