PS 4307
TUMI JE A'GUN' CHAR'IYE DILE PHA'GUNMA'SE PALA'SHA VANE
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TUMI JE ÁGUN CHAŔIE DILE PHÁGUN MÁSE PALÁSH VANE
RAUNGE TÁR MAN METECHE RAUNGIIN HAOÁY TARU SVANANE PHÁGUN MÁSE PALÁSH VANE
T́UT́E GECHE SAKAL BÁDHÁ NIILÁJER NÁI HÁSÁ KÁNDÁ DUHKHA SUKHER URDDHVE SÁDHÁ AMAR GIITI SUNI SHRAVAŃE PHÁGUN MÁSE PALÁSH VANE
TUMI ÁCHO ÁMI ÁCHO BÁKI JAGAT BHULE GECHI RÚPA CHEŔE ARUPE ESECHI RUPÁTIITE PETE MANANE PHÁGUN MÁSE PALÁSH VANE
TUMI JE ÁGUN CHAŔIE DILE PHÁGUN MÁSE PALÁSH VANE
Translation
O Lord, the fire that You scattered, in the spring season in the pala’sh grove. By the colour of which, the mind is frenzied, with the resonance of the trees with colourful trees. All obstacles broke, the cries and smile is not without shyness. The melody rehearsed above the pain and pleasure, I listen through my ears the immortal song. You are there and I am there, rest of the world I have forgotten. Leaving the form, I have come to formless, to find the One beyond form in the mind.
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