PS 4193
TUMI JADI MOR NA'HI ELE PRIYA VRTHA'Y A'MA'R GHAR BA'NDHA'
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TUMI YADI MOR NÁHI ELE PRIYA VRTHÁI ÁMÁR GHAR BÁNDHÁ VRTHÁI ÁMÁR GHAR BÁNDHÁ
VRTHÁ CALÁR PATHE ÁLPANÁ ÁNKÁ VRTHÁI SVÁGATA SUR SÁDHÁ VRTHÁI ÁMÁR GHAR BÁNDHÁ VRTHÁI ÁMÁR GHAR BÁNDHÁ
JAKHAN JÁHÁKE BOLITE SHUNECHI ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ JAKHAN JÁHÁKE BOLITE SHUNECHI TOMÁR KATHÁ TÁRNIKAT́E GEYECHI SÁGRAHE TÁR KÁCHE SHUDHÁYECHI BOLO SE PRIYA MOR THÁKE KOTHÁ VRTHÁI ÁMÁR GHAR BÁNDHÁ VRTHÁI ÁMÁR GHAR BÁNDHÁ
SABÁI BOLECHE SE PRIYA RAYECHE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ SABÁI BOLECHE SE PRIYA RAYECHE MANER GAHANE LIILÁY METECHE KABHU KÁNDIYECHE, KABHU HÁSIYECHE SE BHALOBÁSÁ NAY CHAKE BÁNDHÁ VRTHÁI ÁMÁR GHAR BÁNDHÁ VRTHÁI ÁMÁR GHAR BÁNDHÁ
TUMI YADI MOR NÁHI ELE PRIYA VRTHÁI ÁMÁR GHAR BÁNDHÁ VRTHÁI ÁMÁR GHAR BÁNDHÁ
Translation
O Dear, if You do not come, useless is my home construction. Waste is my sketching of welcome mark, a’lpana on Your arrival path, and my rehearsing of welcome melody. Whenever I hear someone speaking about You, I went near him and prayerfully enquired him where was my Dear. All tell that the Dear stays in the depth of the mind, engrossed in the illusive game, liila’. Sometimes making one cry, sometimes making one smile, and that is love, not bondage of planned game.
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