PS 4400
MA'LAINJE MOR PUINJE PUINJE PHUT'ECHE PA'RULA KISER NESHA'Y
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
MÁLAINCE MOR PUINJE PUINJE PHUT́ECHE PÁRUL KISER NESHÁY BHÁLOBÁSÁY DULCHE DODUL DUL VIMÚŔHA MAN BUJHATE NÁ RE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
VIMÚŔHA MAN BUJHATE NÁ RE ELE TÁRÁ KÁHÁR TARE KISER LÁGI THARE THARE HÁSALO ETA MADHUL MÁLAINCE MOR PUINJE PUINJE PÁRUL
CALACHE SABÁI BÁNDHÁ PATHE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ CALECHE SABÁI BÁNDHÁ PATHE KÁJER JHONKE GATIR SHROTE NAY NIRARTHAKA E JAGATE CHOT́T́A PÁRUL PHUL. MÁLAINCE MOR PUINJE PUINJE PÁRUL
Translation
In my garden, bunches and bunches of pa’rul flowers have bloomed. With what intoxication and love, they oscillate on the swing? My dull mind does not understand, for whom they have appeared. For Whom, layers by layers, so many madhul buds smiled. All move on the destined path in the stream with momentum of movement. The small pa’rul flower is not useless in the world.
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