PS 4363
GA'N GEYE GEYE ELE SAV KICHU NIYE GELE
Renditions
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Roman script
GÁN GEYE GEYE ELE SAB KICHU NIYE GELE PARICAYA NÁHI DILE MIŚT́I HÁSITE BHOLÁLE SAB KICHU NIYE GELE
VASUDHÁR JÁHÁ ÁPANÁR ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ VASUDHÁR JÁHÁ ÁPANÁR BHÁVIÁ CHILO MAN ÁMÁR ÁTMIYA JÁ ÁTMÁR KÁREO BÁKI NÁ RÁKHILE SAB KICHU NIYE GELE
SHRIŚT́I STHITI VILAYA ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ SHRIŚT́I STHITI VILAYA BHÁVANÁR TAVA KUVALAY CHOT́E DHARÁR E MADHU MALAY KON IIPSÁY ÁNKILE SAB KICHU NIYE GELE
GÁN GEYE GEYE ELE SAB KICHU NIYE GELE PARICAYA NÁHI DILE MIŚT́I HÁSITE BHOLÁLE SAB KICHU NIYE GELE
Translation
O Lord, You came singing the songs and snatched away all mine. You did not acquaint Yourself and deluded with sweet smile. In the world, whatever my mind considered as own nearest or belonging, You left nothing. Creation, sustenance, and dissolution, You blue lotus of feelings, all rush on the earth as sweet sandal breeze, what longing have You marked.
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