PS 4238
PHUL PHUT'ECHE RANG LEGECHE
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
PHÚL PHÚT́ECHE RAUNGA LEGECHE MÁLIKÁY MADHUP DOLE
TUMI YADI NÁHI ELE KENO E KÁNAN RACILE MÁLIKÁY MADHUP DOLE
MÁLÁKÁR MÁLÁ GENTHE JÁY BHOMRÁ KII GUNGUNÁY LÁJE RABHASE UPACÁY PUNJE PUNJE PIK KII BOLE MÁLIKÁY MADHUP DOLE
MADHU MÁSE MADHUR MALAY KALIKÁR KÁŃE KATHÁ KAY KHUSHIITE NÁCE KISHALAY MAN MAINJÚŚÁ BHARIYÁ DILE MÁLIKÁY MADHUP DOLE
PHÚL PHÚT́ECHE RAUNGA LEGECHE MÁLIKÁY MADHUP DOLE
Translation
O Lord, the flowers bloom, show colours, and on wreath, bees swing. If You do not come what for You have created this garden? The maker of the garland, goes on threading the garland, what the honeybee is buzzing? With upsurge of shyness, what the cuckoo calls in groups? During spring, the sweet sandal breeze whispers into the ears of buds. The tender leaves dance with joy, filling the casket of the mind.
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