PS 4367
TUMI JADI NA'HI ELE CARAN'A NA' PHELILE VRTHA'I
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
TUMI YADI NÁHI ELE CARAŃA NÁ PHELILE VRITHÁI ÁMÁR GHAR SÁJÁNO JUHI BELÁ BAKULE
TUMI YADI NÁHI ELE MAN BHESE JÁY NABHONIILE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ NAVA NIIPER ANTARÁLE TUMI YADI NÁHI ELE PRÁVRIT́ PAVAN SIKTA SVANAN TOMÁR KATHÁI BOLE
TUMI YADI NÁHI ELE MANO VIIŃÁR TANTRII ÁMÁR TOMÁR SURERI BÁNDHÁ KATA YUGER KATA JANAMER PRÁŃER T́ÁNE SÁDHÁ EKALÁ GHARE RAITE NÁ RI ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
EKALÁ GHARE RAITE NÁ RI TÁI TO TOMÁY KHUNJI HARI MOHER BÁNDHAN BADDHA JIIVAN SARÁO KÁLÁ KÁLE TUMI YADI NÁHI ELE
Translation
O Lord, if You do not come, do not spread Your feet, waste is my decorating the home with flowers of juhi, bela’ and bakul. The mind goes on gliding in the blue sky, with the gaps of fresh niip flowers. The resonance of rainy wind tells about You. The strings of my mental viin’a’, is attuned to Your melody, that was rehearsed for several eras and several births, with the pull of vitality. I cannot stay alone in home, that is why I search You O Lord, Remove this bondage of infatuation binding my life for all times.
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