PS 4365
A'KA'SHE VA'TA'SHE RAUNG LEGECHE TUMI JADI NA'HI ELE
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
ÁKÁSHE VÁTÁSE RAUNGA LEGECHE TUMI YADI NÁHI ELE VRITHÁ E SAMÁROHA
BHÁVER SHIKHARE SHIKHI NECECHE ÁLOKE ÁLOKMAYA MÁNAS SARORUHA TUMI YADI NÁHI ELE VRITHÁ E SAMÁROHA
HÁRÁNO GÁNER SUR PHIRE ESECHE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ HÁRÁNO GÁNER SUR PHIRE ESECHE HÁRÁNO MANER MAŃI PUNAH JVELECHE TAMASÁ SARECHE RÁKÁ NISHÁ HESE CHE UTTÁL NECE CALE CITI UHÁVAHA TUMI YADI NÁHI ELE VRITHÁ E SAMÁROHA
JE KORAKE PHUT́ITE PÁRITO NÁ KABHU ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ JE KORAKE PHUT́ITE PÁRITO NÁ KABHU SE KORAK PHUT́ILO SE DOLÁTE PRABHU E KÁHÁR KARUŃÁ ANUKAMPÁDRUHA TUMI YADI NÁHI ELE VRITHÁ E SAMÁROHA
ÁKÁSHE VÁTÁSE RAUNGA LEGECHE TUMI YADI NÁHI ELE VRITHÁ E SAMÁROHA
Translation
O Lord, in the sky and air colours have spread. If You do not come, waste is this festivity. The peacock dances at the peak of feelings. The mental lotus is illuminated with light. The melodies of lost songs have returned back. The lost mental gem again glows. The darkness has moved out, moonlit night smiles. The mental feelings go on dancing with high intensity. The bud that could never bloom, that bud bloomed by that oscillation. Whose mercy and kindness is this?
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