PS 4267
ANEK PRATIIKSHA'Y PEYECHI TOMA'Y
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
ANEK PRATIIKŚÁY PEYECHI TOMÁY MÁDHAVIIR MADHU VITÁNE
MAN BHARIYE DILE GÁNE? GÁNE MÁDHAVIIR MADHU VITÁNE
ÁKÁSH CHILO NIRMEGH JE TAKHAN CHILO NÁ ASHANII PÁTA CHILO NÁ SVANAN CHILO NÁ KARAKÁGHÁTE KAMPRA PAVAN UCCHVÁS BHARÁ CHILO PRÁŃE MÁDHAVIIR MADHU VITÁNE
SHEFÁLI SUVÁSE BHARÁ MÁLATII MÁLÁY KAKHAN CALIÁ GELE KON AJÁNÁY BAKUL VIITHITE TAVA CARAŃ REKHÁY UCCÁT́AN MAN CHOT́E KII T́ÁNE MÁDHAVIIR MADHU VITÁNE
ANEK PRATIIKŚÁY PEYECHI TOMÁY MÁDHAVIIR MADHU VITÁNE
Translation
O Lord, after waiting for much time, I found You in the sweet arbor of ma’dhavii flowers. You fulfilled the heart with song. Then the sky was without clouds. There was no fall of lightning or thunder roar. There was no vibration in air due to hails. Breath was full of exhalation. The fragrance of shefa’lii was full in the ma’latii garland. When did You go to which unknown, leaving Your footmark on the lane of bakul? Under what pull the restless mind is rushing?
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