PS 4391
JADI MANER GAHANE NIBHRTA BHUVANE BHVE THA'KA
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
YADI MANER GAHANE NIBHRITA BHUVANE BHEVE THÁKO MOR KATHÁ SE KATHÁ PÁSHARI JEYO BHULO CHOT́A ITIKATHÁ
ÁMI, CALÁR PATHER DHULI ÁMI, JHARÁ CAMPAK KALI ÁMI SAHAKÁR SHÁKHE DULI MUKULER MADHURATÁ SE KATHÁ PÁSHARI JEYO BHULO CHOT́A ITIKATHÁ
ÁMI HÁRÁNO DINER VÁŃII KÁLA CHINNA ÁINCALA KHÁNI TABU KEHO BÁ NEVE T́ÁNI MOR MÁYÁMAY MADIRATÁ SE KATHÁ PÁSHARI JEYO BHULO CHOT́A ITIKATHÁ
YADI MANER GAHANE NIBHRITA BHUVANE BHEVE THÁKO MOR KATHÁ SE KATHÁ PÁSHARI JEYO BHULO CHOT́A ITIKATHÁ
Translation
O Lord, If in the depth of Your mind, isolated from the world, You think about me, that matter, You forget, neglect this small event. I am dust of the movement path, I am dropped bud of campak flower, I swing on the mango branch as sweetness of the buds. I am a message of the lost days, as scarf torn by time, yet Someone is pulling down my delusive intoxication.
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