PS 4389
HA'RA'NO DINER SMRTI TOMA'R AMAR GIITI A'J O MOR MANE
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
HÁRÁNO DINER SMRITI TOMÁR AMAR GIITI ÁJO MOR MANE DEY DOLÁ DOLÁ
KÁJ BHULE LÁJ BHULE KÁN PETE THÁKI NITI SE VEŃUKÁ NÁHI JÁY BHOLÁ BHOLÁ
ÁJO MOR MANE DEY DOLÁ PRABHÁTER ARUŃÁNANE VÁSAVER NANDANE PUŚPA ÁLIMPANE TAVA PRIITI SPANDANE CHÁYÁPATHE CANDANE SMITA ÁNKHI AINJANE TOMÁR MADHURIMÁ D́HÁLÁ D́HÁLÁ
ÁJO MOR MANE DEY DOLÁ JE KHÁNEI THÁKO TUMI NIKAT́E KIMVÁ DÚRE AŃU PARAMÁŃU STARE ÁCHO ANTAR BHARE KUJJHAT́IKÁ PARE KUMERU SUMERU SHIRE APÁR ASHEŚA TAVA LIILÁ
Translation
O Lord, Your immortal songs and memories of old days, even today swing my mind. Forgetting all the works and shyness, constantly I remain with attentive ears, as that flute is impossible to forget. Into the crimson face of the dawn, in the pleasure of sunlight, in the milky way, sandal, beautiful decoration of the eyes, Your sweetness is poured. Wherever You remain, close or far, even at the level of atoms and molecules You pervade inside. Over the storms, and on the peaks of good or bad mountains, everywhere You are present. Your liila’, the game is unlimited and endless.
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