PS 4489
VALECHILE TUMI A'SVE A'VA'R HE PRIYA TA'HA' KI GIYA'CHA BHULE
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
BOLE CHILE TUMI ÁSBE ÁBÁR HE PRIYA TÁHÁ KI GIÁCHO BHULE
TABE KENO MOR SHÁKHE SAHAKÁR MANJARII MADHU ÁNIÁ DILE HE PRIYA TÁHÁ KI GIÁCHO BHULE
BOLILE EI NIDÁGHE BAESHÁKHE BELÁVALAYE BAKULER BUKE BHULÁIÁ DITE JHARÁRI DUHKHE PARASHE HARAŚA DÁNIBE D́HELE HE PRIYA TÁHÁ KI GIÁCHO BHULE
KAYE CHILE HESE KETAKI KESHARE KANT́AK KLESHA KAMÁVÁR TARE NIKAT́E T́ÁNIBE ALIRE BHAMARE SE KATHÁ DEVATÁ BHULIÁ GELE HE PRIYA TÁHÁ KI GIÁCHO BHULE
BOLE CHILE TUMI ÁSBE ÁBÁR HE PRIYA TÁHÁ KI GIÁCHO BHULE
Translation
O Dear Lord, You had told that You would come again, that did You forget? Then why on the mango branch of mine, sweet buds did You bring? You had told that during intense summer heat, within the bosom of bela’ and bakul flowers, to make them forget their sorrow of withering, by touch You would pour down joy. Smilingly You had told the pollen of ketakii for reducing the pain of thorns, You would pull the honeybees close, that fact, You had forgotten O Lord.
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