PS 4477
A'MA'RE DEKHE CALECHA PRABHU MOR PUN'YA PHALE A'LOKE
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
ÁMÁRE DEKHE CALECHO PRABHU MOR PUŃYA PHALE
ÁLOKE ÁNDHÁRE ÁCHO ÁCHO PRATI ANUPALE ÁMÁRE DEKHE CALECHO PRABHU MOR PUŃYA PHALE
JABE JIIVAN BOJHÁ HOY KUÁSHÁY GHERE ÁMÁRE ÁNKHI NIIRE NADI BAY BHÁVI VIŚA E SAḾSÁRE KE JENO KÁŃE KÁŃE KAY HÁSICHO MAN DEULE ÁMÁRE DEKHE CALECHO PRABHU MOR PUŃYA PHALE
JE DYUTI KABHU NEVE NÁ JE PRIITI KABHU KAME NÁ JE GATI KABHU THÁME NÁ SE TUMI JÁO NÁ BHULE. ÁMÁRE DEKHE CALECHO PRABHU MOR PUŃYA PHALE
Translation
O Lord, You go on looking at me by virtue of my pious deeds. You are present in both light and darkness, in each moment. When my life becomes burden, fog surrounds me, tears flow and I think that the world is like poison, then as if someone whispers into my ears and smiles in my mental temple. The glow that is never extinguished, the love that never reduces, the speed that never pauses, that You do not forget.
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