PS 4269
TUMI JAVE ELE MOR KA'NANE
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Roman script
TUMI JABE ELE MOR KÁNANE TAKHAN, TAKHAN VASANTA CALIÁ GECHE
SHUŚKA KUSUM KENDECHE SVAPANE? KÁNT́Á SHUDHU PAŔE ÁCHE PÁPAŔI JHARECHE RAUNGA HÁRIYECHE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
PÁPAŔI JHARECHE RAUNGA HÁRIYECHE SURABHI ATIITE LIIN HOYECHE MADHU NISYANDA ÁNANDA KHONJE RIKTATÁ MENE NIYECHE VASANTA CALIÁ GECHE
MANER GOPÁL ÁSE NI SAMAYE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ MANER GOPÁL ÁSE NI SAMAYE MADHU MÁSE MÁDHURIIR PRATIBHU HOYE VEŃUKÁ DHVANITE KINJA NILAYE GOPI JANA MOHAN SÁJE VASANTA CALIÁ GECHE
TUMI JABE ELE MOR KÁNANE TAKHAN VASANTA CALIÁ GECHE
Translation
O Lord, when You came to my garden, then spring had already gone. The dry flower cries in dream, only thorns remain. The petals whither, the colours are lost, the fragrance is lost in past. The essence of honey seeking bliss, accepts hollowness. Gopa’l of my mind did not come in time, as the icon of sweetness, in the spring. With the sound of flute, in the arborhome, in the charming adornment for the devotees, gopiis.
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