PS 4483
PRIYA TUMI ELE BHUVANE BHOLA'LE A'MA'RE BHULIYA' KENA RAHILE
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Roman script
PRIYA TUMI ELE BHUVAN BHOLÁLE ÁMÁRE BHULIÁ KENO RAHILE
ADRI SHIKHARE HIMA VÁHE GALÁLE MOR MANOVYATHÁ NÁHI SHUNILE ÁMÁRE BHULIÁ KENO RAHILE
TRILOKER NÁTH ÁMÁRE ANÁTH KARIÁ RÁKHILE KON YUKTITE RUKŚA GIRITE HE JALA PRAPÁT E UPALE NÁHI DILE NÁCITE SAKAL KUSUME SHÁKHÁTE RÁKHILE E SHEFÁLI KENO KÁNDE BHUTALE ÁMÁRE BHULIÁ KENO RAHILE
ANÁDI KÁLER PRIYATAMA MOR CHINŔITE CÁO KI CIRA PRIITI D́OR KENO ANURÁGE PRÁŃER PARÁGE BHÁSÁILE AJÁNÁ NABHONIILE ÁMÁRE BHULIÁ KENO RAHILE
PRIYA TUMI ELE BHUVAN BHOLÁLE ÁMÁRE BHULIÁ KENO RAHILE
Translation
O Dear, You came, charmed the world, but why have You kept me ignored? You melted the ice at the mountain peak, but did not listen to my mental agony. O the Lord of the three lokas, arenas, with what justification, have You kept me shelterless? O the water fountain of the dry barren hill, this stone You have not made to dance. You kept all flowers on the branches, why this shefa’lii cries on the ground? O my dearest from the time immemorial, do You want to tear this old twine of love? Why with affection, with the pollen of life, You made me float in the unknown blue sky?
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