PS 4465
HE MOR AJA'NA' PATHIK TAVA TARE GENTHECHI MA'LA'
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
HE MOR AJÁNÁ PATHIK TAVA TARE GENTHECHI MÁLÁ
TUMI YADI NÁHI NILE E MÁLÁ GALE JHARÁ PHUL D́OR KÁNDIBE EKELÁ TAVA TARE GENTHECHI MÁLÁ
JÁNI TUMI ÁSO BHORE ARUŃA ÁLOTE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ JÁNI TUMI ÁSO BHORE ARUŃA ÁLOTE RAUNGA BERAUNGER RÚPE VIHAGA GIITE PAINCAME MADHYAME SUR MÁYÁTE UCCHALITA KARO LIILÁ TAVA TARE GENTHECHI MÁLÁ
CAMELI SHEFÁLI JUTHI MÁLATI ÁMÁR ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ CAMELI SHEFÁLI JUTHI MÁLATI ÁMÁR SUKHE DUHKHE BHÁVÁLOKE HOLO EKÁKÁR EKAI RÁGE ANURÁGE EKAI SAMÁHÁR MANA SIJA MÁDHURI D́HÁLÁ TAVA TARE GENTHECHI MÁLÁ
HE MOR AJÁNÁ PATHIK TAVA TARE GENTHECHI MÁLÁ
Translation
O my Unknown traveler, for You, I have threaded garland, if You do not take this garland in Your neck, then with the twine with dropped flowers, I shall cry alone. I know that You come in morning with crimson light, in colourful forms and songs of the birds. Through the tunes and octaves, You express Your performance, liila’. My flowers of camelii, juhii shefa’lii and malatii, merge in one in pain, pleasure and illumination of feelings. In one hue, with love as one collection poured with mental sweetness.
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