PS 4324
TUMI KON ALAKA'Y RAYE GECHA BHA'VA NA' KI MOR
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
TUMI KON ALAKÁY RAHE GECHO BHÁVO NÁ KI MOR VYATHÁ
TUMI PRIYA PARIVESHE BASE ÁCHO BHULE GECHO MOR ITIKATHÁ BHÁVO NÁ KI MOR VYATHÁ
ÁMI ALAKE KUSUM NÁHI GÁNTHI SHITHIL KABARI NÁHI BÁNDHI TAVA TARE SHUDHU SUR SÁDHI SHONÁTE MOR ÁKULATÁ BHÁVO NÁ KI MOR VYATHÁ
DIVÁ SHEŚE SHÁNTA VIHAGE NIIŔA D́EKE JÁY ANURÁGE KETAKI SAMA BHESE PARÁGE TUMI KI KABE NÁ KATHÁ BHÁVO NÁ KI MOR VYATHÁ
TUMI KON ALAKÁY RAHE GECHO BHÁVO NÁ KI MOR VYATHÁ
Translation
O Lord, into which heaven You remained, do not You think at all about me? You remain in lovely environment, I am not fixing flowers in hairs, I do not tie the loose chignon, only I rehearse the melody for You, for You to listen to my earnestness. At the end of the day the quiet bird goes on calling of the nest with love, floating like ketakii pollen dust would not You tell about their events.
Thoughts
Saved only in this browser.