PS 4360
A'JI VA'NSHARII VA'JA'LO SHYA'MARA'Y JAMUNA'R
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
ÁJI BÁNSHURI BÁJÁLO SHYÁM RÁY ÁJI BÁNSHURI BÁJÁLO SHYÁM RÁY
YAMUNÁR SAEKATE KADAMBA KALITE MÁDHURII BAHIÁ CALE JÁY ÁJI BÁNSHURI BÁJÁLO SHYÁM RÁY
KE ÁCHO GOPIKÁ TVARÁ ESO GÁGARI HÁTE JIIVAN DOLÁY DOLO MADHUMÁSERI E PRÁTE GUINJÁMALÁ GENTHE KUMKUM ÁBIR SÁTHE NECE CALO SIINJITA PÁY ÁJI BÁNSHURI BÁJÁLO SHYÁM RÁY
BÁR BÁR E SUYOGA ÁSITEO NÁHI PÁRE BHAVAN SHIKHIR SAMA MANANA ÁVESHA BHARE EK KE KENDRA KARE ANEK NRITYA KARE PARIMAL MALAY VÁY ÁJI BÁNSHURI BÁJÁLO SHYÁM RÁY
Translation
O Shya’mra’y, today You played the flute. Into the sands of Yamuna’ river, in the buds of kadamba, sweetness goes on flowing. Who are the devotees, gopika’s, come quickly with pitchers in hands. On this spring morning, oscillate on the swing of life. With threaded garland of guinja’, a red and black seed, along with red coloured powders, and vermilion, You go on dancing with ankle bells in the feet. This opportunity does not come again and again, like the peacock in home, the mind is full of impulse. Making One as nucleus, several dance with sandal fragrance in air.
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