PS 4256
PHUL TULECHI MA'LA' GENTHECHI
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
PHÚL TULECHI MÁLÁ GENTHECHI TOMÁRE DEKHI NI KABHU
SUR SEDHECHI GIIT GEYECHI TOMÁRE SHONÁTE VIBHU TOMÁRE DEKHI NI KABHU
ARUŃÁLOKE KHUNJECHI TOMÁKE KESHARE REŃUTE PUŚPA STABAKE NIKAT́E DÚRE BHULOKE DYULOKE PÁINI KOTHÁO KHUNJE CALECHI TABU TOMÁRE DEKHI NI KABHU
JE MÁLÁ ÁMÁY ÁJ SHUKHÁYE GECHE JE GIIT MAHÁNIILE GIYE MILECHE? KÁCHE ESE SE KATHÁ BHULÁO HE PRABHU? TOMÁRE DEKHI NI KABHU
PHÚL TULECHI MÁLÁ GENTHECHI TOMÁRE DEKHI NI KABHU
Translation
I am picking flowers, thread the garland, but I do never see You, O Lord. I rehearse the melody, sing the song for You to listen, O Lord. In the crimson light I search You with palmfull offering of flowers, pollens and fragrance. Near and far, in earth or heaven, I do not find You anywhere, yet I go on searching. My floral garland is dried up today, the song dissolved in the great sky. The love mixed up in the dust, coming close, make me forget about that, O Lord.
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