PS 4463
CANDANAVANA MANTHAN KARI TOMA'RE PEYEHCI PRIYA
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
CANDAN VANA MANTHAN KARI TOMÁRE PEYECHI PRIYA
TUMI ÁMÁRI , SHUDHU ÁMÁRI ÁTMÁR ÁTMIIYA TOMÁRE PEYECHI PRIYA
PRABHÁTE JABE KULÁYE PÁKHII TAVA MADHURIMÁ KANT́HE MÁKHI KIIRTANE NANDANE UT́HE D́ÁKI SE SHRUTI AVARŃANIIYA TOMÁRE PEYECHI PRIYA
GHOR AMÁNISHÁ KRŚŃÁ TAMASÁ JABE D́HAKE JATA ÁSHÁ JATA BHÁŚÁ DÚR DIGANTE KALMAŚA NÁSHÁ BHÁSE TAVA PRIITI AMIYA TOMÁRE PEYECHI PRIYA
CANDAN VANA MANTHAN KARI TOMÁRE PEYECHI PRIYA
Translation
O Dear, churning the sandal forest, I have attained You. You are mine, only mine, own of my soul. In the mornings, when the birds in their nests, start singing with joy, smearing Your sweetness in the throat, that sound is beyond description. When intense dark night engulfs all hopes and language, then far off Your nectar love appears destroying the dirt.
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