PS 4333
ESO TUMI RA'UNA' PRABHA'TE PRIYA MOR RA'TRIR
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Roman script
ESO TUMI RÁUNGÁ PRABHÁTE, PRIYA MOR RÁTRIR TAPASYÁ DIIRGHA AMÁNISHÁ KET́E JÁK ÁSUK BHOR
ESO TUMI RÁUNGÁ PRABHÁTE, PRIYA MOR KÁKÁRIR KOLÁHALA DAETYER AT́T́AHÁSA NIHSHEŚE JÁK ÁSUK PRABHÁTER MRIDU HÁSA SHRAVAŃ SHUNITE CÁY TOMÁR MADHUR BHÁŚA BHÁVANÁY CITTA VIBHOR
ESO TUMI RÁUNGÁ PRABHÁTE, PRIYA MOR EKAMEVADVITIYAM TUMI MAHÁSURYA ÁKÁSHE VÁTÁSE BEJE CALE TAVA TÚRYA TOMÁTE HÁRÁYE JATA KÁRAŃ O KÁRYA SMARAŃE SARÁYE MOHA GHOR ESO TUMI RÁUNGÁ PRABHÁTE, PRIYA MOR
Translation
O My Dear, You come at the colourful morning. Let the penance of the night, during long darkness, be over with the coming of morning. Let the noise of the owls, the laughter of demons, be totally finished with arrival of soft smile of the morning, engrossing me with ideation. You are Singular without a second, You are the Great Sun. In sky and air, Your trumpet goes on sounding. Within You all cause and effect is lost. By remembering all the intense infatuation is removed.
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