PS 4487
JE TOMA'RE BHA'LOVA'SE HE VA'SAVA TUMI TA'RE BHA'LOVA'SA KI NA'
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Roman script
JE TOMÁRE BHÁLOBÁSE HE VÁSAVA TUMI TÁRE BHÁLOBÁSO KI NÁ
KÁNDÁY HÁSÁY LIILÁ CHALE TÁR PRIITIR RIITI KI BUJHINÁ TUMI TÁRE BHÁLOBÁSO KI NÁ
PHUL PHUT́IE JE DHÚLÁY DHARÁY ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ PHUL PHUT́IE JE DHÚLÁY DHARÁY RÚPÁLI JHARANÁ MARU TE HÁRÁY KATA KACI KÁNCÁ SHUKHÁIÁ JÁY SE NIT́HUR BHÁLO BOLI NÁ TUMI TÁRE BHÁLOBÁSO KI NÁ
SIIVANTI RÁKHE KÁNT́ÁY GHERIYÁ ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ SIIVANTI RÁKHE KÁNT́ÁY GHERIYÁ PÚRŃA CANDRE MEGHETE D́HÁKIYÁ CANDAN TARU BHUJAGE BHARIYÁ TÁR BHÁLOBÁSÁ MÁNINÁ TUMI TÁRE BHÁLOBÁSO KI NÁ
JE TOMÁRE BHÁLOBÁSE HE VÁSAVA TUMI TÁRE BHÁLOBÁSO KI NÁ
Translation
O Controller of all, those who love You, do not You love them? You make them smile and cry through Your illusive game, liila’, what a system of love, I do not understand. The flowers bloom to fall to the earthy dust, the beautiful fountain loses itself into the desert. Innumerable buds, dry up before blooming, such merciless how can be called good? You keep the soft siivantii flower surrounded by the thorns and cover the full moon with clouds. And keeping the sandal tree full of snakes, they cannot be accepted as love.
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