PS 4204
PHÚL PHÚT́ECHILO SEI SE VIHÁNE SÁNJHE SEJE CHILO CÁNDA
Lyrics
Roman script
PHÚL PHÚT́ECHILO SEI SE VIHÁNE SÁNJHE SEJE CHILO CÁNDA
DIN KET́E GECHE HATÁSHE VIJANE KENDE KI KÁT́IBE RÁTA SÁNJHE SEJE CHILO CÁNDA
D́ÁK DIE GECHE DIN BULBULI AMARÁR DVÁRGULI DIE KHULI ÁMÁR KÁNANE JÁGENIKO KALI ÁDI MADHYÁNTA PRAMÁDA SÁNJHE SEJE CHILO CÁNDA
TAMASÁR MÁJHE E ÁSHÁ MANETE NIRÁSHÁR NISHÁ KÁT́IBE PRABHÁTE BÁLIR SHUKTI BHARE MUKTÁTE SARÁVE SAB VIŚÁDA SÁNJHE SEJE CHILO CÁNDA
PHÚL PHÚT́ECHILO SEI SE VIHÁNE SÁNJHE SEJE CHILO CÁNDA
Translation
The flowers had bloomed that morning, the moon was decorated in the evening. The day has passed in disappointment in isolation. Would my night pass in crying? The nightingale went on calling whole day, opening the doors of heaven. But in my garden the bud did not bloom due to ego from beginning till end. Within darkness, this hope was there in the mind, that the night of disappointment would be passed by morning, by filling shells on the shore with pearls, I would remove all agonies.
Thoughts
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