PS 4484
PALA GUN'E KATA DIN CALE GECHE MADHUMA'SE MADHULA ELE
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Roman script
PALA GUNE KATA DIN CALE GECHE MADHUMÁSE MADHUL CHÁYÁY ELE TUMI GHAN VARAŚÁY
MÁLÁ GÁNTHIÁCHI D́ÁLÁ SÁJIYECHI BELÁ BAKUL YUTHIKÁY ELE TUMI GHAN VARAŚÁY
KATA DIN GECHE KISHALAYE HESE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ KATA RÁT KENDE MALAY VÁTÁSE KETAKI KESHARE KUINCITA KESHE MEKHE REKHE ÁNKHI VIITHIKÁY ELE TUMI GHAN VARAŚÁY
JE LÁLIMÁ ARUŃODAYE CHILO ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ JE LÁLIMÁ ARUŃODAYE CHILO MÁRTAND́A TÁ GRÁSITE CHILO SANDHYÁ GAGANE KAŔKÁ SVANANE BHULÁIÁ DILE SE VYATHÁY ELE TUMI GHAN VARAŚÁY
Translation
O Lord, how many days have passed counting moments, waiting for You, under the shade of madhul tree, You came during intense rain. I have threaded garland and decorated bouquet with flowers of bela’, bakul and juhii. How many days have passed with the smile of tender new leaves and how many nights have gone crying with sandal breeze. With ketakii flower fragrance shriveled hair, the eyes were absorbed watching the incoming lane. The crimson dawn which was so beautiful in the morning that got lost in the hot sun of the midday. With the lightning sound You appeared in the evening sky, making me forget that pain.
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