PS 4273
ESO PRIYA MOR GA'NTHA' PHULAD'ORE
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Roman script
ESO PRIYA MOR GÁNTHÁ PHUL D́OR TOMÁR TAREI JEGE ÁCHI JEGE ÁCHI
TUMI KOMAL KAT́HOR ÁMI RÁKÁR CAKOR TOMÁY GHIRE GHURE CALECHI KHOLÁ ÁCHE DVÁR SHÁKHÁ SAHAKÁR ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
KHOLÁ ÁCHE DVÁR SHÁKHÁ SAHAKÁR SVASTIKÁ HÁR MÁDHURII ÁMÁR MAUNGAL GHAT́ BHARE REKHECHI TUMI JE ÁMÁR ÁMIO TOMÁR E MADHU MANANE MEKHECHI DIN CALE JÁY BALÁKÁ PÁKHÁY ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
DIN CALE JÁY BALÁKÁ PÁKHÁY PHIRE NÁHI CÁY KÁREO NÁ SHUDHÁY E ASÁRE SÁR TUMI BUJHECHI ESO ÁMÁR GHARE PRIITI UPÁCÁRE MÁNASE MÁLIKÁ BENDHECHI
ESO PRIYA MOR GÁNTHÁ PHUL D́OR TOMÁR TAREI JEGE ÁCHI JEGE ÁCHI
Translation
O My Dear, with threaded floral garland, I am awake only for You. You are soft and hard, I am cakor bird of the moonlight, going on circling around You. The door is open, decorated with mango leaves and branches. I have filled and decorated the auspicious welcome water pitcher with my sweetness and garland. You are mine and I am too Yours, this sweetness I smeared in the mind. The day passes like wing of swan, not willing to return by asking, in this transitory, nonessence, I have understood You as the essence. Come to my home in the style of love, I have kept ready mental garland.
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