PS 4328
KENA BHULE GELE KI CHILA A'MA'R DRUT'I VICYUTI
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Roman script
KENO BHULE GELE KII CHILO ÁMÁR TRUT́I VICYUTI
MOR MADHU MALAINCE ÁJO ÁNKÁ RAHE GECHE HE PRIYA TOMÁR SMRITI KII CHILO ÁMÁR TRUT́I VICYUTI
ALAKÁR JE KUSUM ALAKE GÁNTHÁ CHILO AMARÁR SUDHÁ TÁRE AKŚAR KARE CHILO CYUTA MUKULER MADHU MANE MANE KAHE CHILO BHULILEO SE BOJHE PRIITI KII CHILO ÁMÁR TRUT́I VICYUTI
CHILO NÁ VIBHAVA MOR PRÁPTIR PRATULATÁ CHILO SHUDHU EŚAŃÁ, ÁRTI O ÁKULATÁ CARAŃE ÁCARAŃE DIINATÁR MAONATÁ DÚRE THEKE JÁNIÁCHI SHARAŃÁGATI KII CHILO ÁMÁR TRUT́I VICYUTI
KENO BHULE GELE KII CHILO ÁMÁR TRUT́I VICYUTI
Translation
O Lord, why did You forget me, what were my lapses and faults? In my sweet garden even today is marked, and kept Your memory, O Dear. The heavenly flower that was fixed into the hair, the nectar of heaven has made that nondecaying. The honey of the dropped buds told within the mind, He forgot the understanding of love. I had no desire for wealth or achievement. I had only will, distress and earnestness. The silence of poverty with conduct at Your feet. From a distance, I know that coming into shelter.
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