PS 4447
A'MI GA'N GEYE GEYE KHUN^JE CALI
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
ÁMI GÁN GEYE GEYE KHUNJE CALI SE PRIYA MOR KOTHÁY THÁKE
ÁMI, ASHANE VASANE NÁHI BHULI JAD́ÁKARŚAŃERI KUHAKE SE PRIYA MOR KOTHÁY THÁKE
ÁMI BHULECHI GOTRA PARICAY BHULECHI NÁM YASHA NICAY BHULIÁ VITTA BAERII BHAYA CHUT́IÁ CALECHI PETE TÁKE SE PRIYA MOR KOTHÁY THÁKE
ÁMI RUPE RASE GANDHE TEYÁGI SHABDE SPARSHE NÁHI MÁGI TANMÁTRERI MERU LÁUNGHI? MAN METECHE AMITA RÁGE SE PRIYA MOR KOTHÁY THÁKE
ÁMI GÁN GEYE GEYE KHUNJE CALI SE PRIYA MOR KOTHÁY THÁKE
Translation
Where is that Dear of mine, Whom I go on searching singing song? I did not forget to eat and dress due to charm of material attraction. I have forgotten the introduction of clan and development of name and fame. Forgetting the wealth, threat from enemy, I am rushing to attain Him. Forsaking the beauty, flow and fragrance, I do not seek vocal or tactual richness. Crossing the hills of inferences, the mind is engrossed in immeasurable hue of love.
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