PS 4270
ETA D'A'KE ELE JAKHAN
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
ETA D́ÁKE ELE JAKHAN THÁKIÁ JÁO CIRA TARE
DHARIÁ RÁKHI BO CARAŃ JETE NÁHI DIBO TOMÁRE THÁKIÁ JÁO CIRA TARE
NAYANE MOR CHILO NÁ GHUM ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ NAYANE MOR CHILO NÁ GHUM BASE KET́ECHE RÁT NIJHUM CAKOR ESE BOLE GECHE CAKOR ESE BOLE GECHE SE CÁNDA ÁLO ANEK DÚRE THÁKIÁ JÁO CIRA TARE
VRAJER GOPÁL ÁMÁY BHULE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ VRAJER GOPÁL ÁMÁY BHULE CHILO NÁ NIIP TAMÁL MÚLE KARŃÁBHARAŃ ÁJAO DOLE KARŃÁBHARAŃ ÁJAO DOLE SE DOLE JÁ TÁR NÚPURE THÁKIÁ JÁO CIRA TARE
Translation
O Lord, after so much of call, when You have come, stay forever. I shall keep holding Your feet, would not let You go. There was no sleep in the eyes, the silent night passes sitting. The cakor bird came and told, “ That moon is much far even today”. Gopa’l of Vraja has not forgotten me under the trees of niip and tama’l. Even today His ear rings swings even today, or His ankle bell.
Thoughts
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