PS 4217
PHULA PHUT'E CHILA CA'ND UT'HECHILA
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
PHÚL PHÚT́ECHILO CÁNDA UT́HE CHILO SE JYOTSNÁ RÁTI SMRITI PAT́E NITI BHÁSVAR KARE TÚLE CHILO
PHÚL PHÚT́ECHILO CÁNDA UT́HE CHILO PRATI PALAKER SEI PRIYATAM SVAPNIL BÁHIR ANTARE MAMA RÚPAESHVARYA GUŃE ANUPAMA MOR SATTÁKE D́HEKE CHILO
PHÚL PHÚT́ECHILO CÁNDA UT́HE CHILO CÁINI SE NISHÁ KABHU HOK BHOR CAKRE MÁTUK CITTA CAKOR MAN NIYE NIKO SE MÁNAS COR E BHÁVANÁ MANE BHESECHLO PHÚL PHÚT́ECHILO CÁNDA UT́HE CHILO
Translation
The flowers bloomed, the moon arose. That moonlit night has lifted the curtain from my memory and illuminated that. That Dearest remains dreamy in my inside and outside. It has enveloped my existence by the grand beauty and unique attributes. I do not want such night to end in a morning. I wish to remain engrossed in the cycle like the cakor bird in the mind. This feeling went on floating in the mind that the stealer of mind, by taking my mind has done well to me.
Thoughts
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