PS 4211
NAYANA JALE JA'RE VIDA'Y DILE
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Roman script
NAYAN JALE JÁRE VIDÁY DILE EKHAN KISER BOLO CHALANÁ
PHÚLER MÁLÁ MORE DALIYÁ GELE DHULÁY KÁNDE D́OR DEKHO NÁ EKHAN KISER BOLO CHALANÁ
ÁLOKE ÁNDHARE TIIRTHE SÁGARE MÁNAS SAROVARE SVARŃA MANDIRE D́EKE GECHI TUMI TÁ KI JÁNO NÁ EKHAN KISER BOLO CHALANÁ
MANDIR DVÁR BANDHA HOYECHE PHÚLER SUVÁS DHÚP HÁRIYE GECHE KÁINCANA DIIP SHIKHÁ NIVIYÁ GECHE E MANE MAN DIYE BOJHO NÁ EKHAN KISER BOLO CHALANÁ
NAYAN JALE JÁRE VIDÁY DILE EKHAN KISER BOLO CHALANÁ
Translation
O Lord, With tearful eyes, whom You bade bye, now why this illusion, tell me. You stamped off my floral garland, and did not see its thread crying in the dust. In light and dark in pilgrim places and oceans, in mental ponds and golden temples, I continued calling You do not You know that? The doors of the temple closed, the floral fragrance was lost in the sun, the flame of the golden lamp extinguished. I have given my mind like that, do not You understand that?
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