PS 4201
PRATIPALE NABHONIILE
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
PRATI PALE NABHO NIILE KE MORE D́ÁKE JYOTSNÁR CANDAN KAPOLE JHARIYE DIYE AJHORE JHALAKE JHALAKE KE MORE D́ÁKE
ÁKÁSHA GAUNGÁ DÚR HOTE DÚRE BAHE JÁY NIIHÁRIKÁ VISMAYE TÁHÁRI PÁNE TÁKÁY AJÁNÁ VEŃUKÁ SURE SUDHÁR SURABHI PURE KE DULIYE DEY ÁMÁKE KE MORE D́ÁKE
DÚRER BANDHU MOR ESO ÁJI NIKAT́E PRIITI REKHÁ ENKE DÁO ÁMÁR MÁNAS PAT́E AJÁNÁ HOYO GO JÁNÁ SAPHAL KARE SÁDHANÁ PRATI PALAKER PULAKE KE MORE D́ÁKE PRATI PALE NABHO NIILE KE MORE D́ÁKE
Translation
Who calls me from the blue sky each moment? Flowing sandal paste of moonlight on my cheeks profusely, glimpses after glimpses. The milky way goes on flowing from far to further, and the nebula looks at that with astonishment. With unknown flute melody, providing fragrance like nectar, who goes on oscillating me? Draw the line of love on my mental plate, so that the unknown becomes known and making my sa’dhana’ fruitful with joy each moment.
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