PS 4351
VARAS'A' ESECHE NIIPA PARANE MAYU'R KALA'PE
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Roman script
VARAŚÁ ESECHE NIIP UPAVANE MAYUR KALÁPE NECE JÁY
BHAROSÁ JEGECHE CÁTAK MANE NAVOCCHVÁSE NABHAH PÁNE SE TÁKÁY MAYUR KALÁPE NECE JÁY
NÁI ÁJ KONO KÁJA PRADOŚA BELÁY ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ NÁI ÁJ KONO KÁJA PRADOŚA BELÁY NÁI BHAYA TRÁSA LÁJ MAN MEKHALÁY ÁNANDA UPACÁY KÁST́A KALÁY BHÁVA RAHE GECHE KÁNÁY KÁNÁY MAYUR KALÁPE NECE JÁY
HE CIRA SÁTHI TUMI KOTHÁY ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ HE CIRA SÁTHI TUMI KOTHÁY AJÁNÁ PATHIK TAVA PATH JÁNÁ DÁY AMITA RDDHI TAVA CETANÁDOLÁY VARAŚÁR VARŚANE KII SUDHÁ JHARÁY MAYUR KALÁPE NECE JÁY
Translation
The rain came into the niip garden, the peacock goes on dancing with raised tail. Hope arises in the mind of ca’taka bird, and it looks towards the sky with new exhalation. Today evening I have nothing to do, Neither fear, no shyness or terror, in the mental series. Producing waves of bliss, the ideation remained in each particle. O Ever companion, where are You, O the unknown traveler, it is hard to know your ways. Your immeasurable powers and wealth, swings my consciousness.
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