PS 4387
HA'RIYE GECHI A'MI E KA'NAN MA'JHE PATH KHUNJE JA'I
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Lyrics
Roman script
HÁRIYE GECHI ÁMI E KÁNAN MÁJHE PATH KHUNJE JÁI TOMÁRI GÁN GÁI TOMÁY SMARI SAB KÁJE ÁMI E KÁNAN MÁJHE
E VANE CANDAN CÁMPÁ CAMELI RYECHE ÁCHE BELÁ BAKUL TARU SHÁKHE SHIKHI NÁCE, NÁCE MUKUL DODUL DUL MAN TÁTE NÁHI BHOLE TÁI TAVA KARUŃÁ JÁCE ÁMI E KÁNAN MÁJHE
ÁSHÁR SURYA MOR ÁSIBE JÁNI PRABHÁTE DYUTIR TURYA MOR SUŚAMÁ SURABHI SÁTHE TÁRI PRATIIKŚÁY PALA GUNE CALI ÁMI NIBHRITE RAKTIM LÁJE ÁMI E KÁNAN MÁJHE HÁRIYE GECHI ÁMI E KÁNAN MÁJHE
Translation
O Lord. I am lost in this garden. I go on searching the path, singing Your song remembering You in all my actions. In this garden, there are flowers plants of campa’ camelii, bela’, and bakul. On the branches, peacock dances, and the buds dance swinging. The mind is not absorbed in that hence it seeks Your mercy. I know that the sun of hope would come in the morning, along with the trumpet of glow with my beauty and fragrance. Waiting for that, counting moments, I go on in isolation red with shyness.
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