PS 4295
DU'RER BANDHU BALITE PA'RO LUKIYE KENA THA'KO
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
DÚRER BANDHU BOLITE PÁRO LUKIE KENO THÁKO
ÁMÁY DEKHE DURER THEKE VEŃUR SURE D́ÁKO LUKIE KENO THÁKO
NABHO NIILER ACIN KOŃE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ NABHO NIILER ACIN KOŃE THÁKO SE KON VRINDÁVANE MARMMA PARE ÁGHÁTA HENE O MUKHA KENO D́HÁKO LUKIE KENO THÁKO
PIYÁL PALÁSHERI VANE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ PIYÁL PALÁSHERI VANE RAUNGA BERAUNGER EI PHÁGUNE NECE SABÁR MANE MANE MADHUR PARÁG MÁKHO LUKIE KENO THÁKO
DÚRER BANDHU BOLITE PÁRO LUKIE KENO THÁKO
Translation
O Lord, the distant Friend, tell me, why are You remaining hidden. Looking at me from a distance, with the tune of flute, You call me. In the unrecognised corner of the blue sky in which Vrnda’van are You dwelling? By hitting a blow on the core of my heart, why do You hide Your face? In the grove of piya’l and pala’sh, in this colourful spring dancing in all minds, You smear sweet fragrance.
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