PS 4441
MANER GOPA'LA TUMI MANEI RAYE GELE
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
MANER GOPÁL TUMI MANERI RAHE GELE BÁHIRE KENO NÁ ELE
D́EKE GECHI TOMÁY KATA KÁLÁKÁLE RUPE KENO NÁ DHARÁ DILE BÁHIRE KENO NÁ ELE
MISHE ÁCHO TUMI STHÁVARA JAUNGAME ANTARIKŚE VISHTUŚKA MARUBHUME ÁKÁSHE VÁTÁSE KÁNANE KUSUME KÁ KE NIYE ÁCHO BHULE BÁHIRE KENO NÁ ELE
EKAT́I KATHÁI BHÁVI SHRÁNTA DEHA MANE TOMÁRE BOLITE EKÁNTE GOPANE LIILÁ RACE JÁO VIRALE NIRJANE JAŔIO NÁ MORE JÁLE PHELE BÁHIRE KENO NÁ ELE
MANER GOPÁL TUMI MANERI RAHE GELE BÁHIRE KENO NÁ ELE
Translation
O the Gopa’l of my mind, You remained within the mind itself, why did not You come out? I continued seeing You from time to time, but with Your form why did not You come into my folds? You are mixed with the living and nonliving objects, with space and dry sand, with sky, air, flowers of the garden, whom did You forget? Only one matter I think with tired body and mind, to tell You in isolation and secrecy, “ You may go on creating liila’ the illusive game, silently in isolation, but do not trap me by spreading its net”.
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