PS 4297
VALECHILE TUMI A'SVE A'VA'R KENA ELE NA'
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Roman script
BOLE CHILE TUMI ÁSBE ÁBÁR KENO ELE NÁ
TAVA TARE MÁLÁ GÁNTHI BÁR BÁR PARÁNO HOLO NÁ KENO ELE NÁ
DIN CALE JÁY PRADOŚA JE ÁSE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ DIN CALE JÁY PRADOŚA JE ÁSE DIN CALE JÁY PRADOŚA JE ÁSE DIN CALE JÁY PRADOŚA JE ÁSE RAVI D́ÚBE JÁY TÁRAKÁRÁ HÁSE HÁSI KÁNNÁR RESHA JÁY MISHE NIRÁSHA EŚAŃÁ KENO ELE NÁ
DIGVALAYE ÁLO REKHÁ PHOT́E ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ DIGVALAYE ÁLO REKHÁ PHOT́E BUJHECHI EBÁR ARUŃA JE UT́HE MADHUR PRAYÁSE BHRINGA JE JOT́E GHUM KI BHÁUNGILO NÁ KENO ELE NÁ
BOLE CHILE TUMI ÁSBE ÁBÁR KENO ELE NÁ
Translation
O Lord, You had told that You would come this time, but why did not You come? Again and again I had threaded the garland for You, but I could not make You wear that. The day passes, evening comes, The sun goes on setting, the stars smile. The smile and cries go on merging totally, and the will remains disappointed. In the horizon, ray of light appears I understood that sun would rise this time. With effort for honey, the bees arrive, why did not You break my slumber?
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