PS 4494
A'MI CA'NPA'RA KALI GANDHE KATHA' VALI PRIITIR PARA'G
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
ÁMI CÁMPÁR KALI GANDHE KATHÁ BOLI PRIITIR PARÁG PÁT́HÁI PRADOŚE
ÁMI JE SABÁKÁR TOMRÁ SABÁI ÁMÁR MÁNI NÁ BHEDA DESHA VIDESHE PRIITIR PARÁG PÁT́HÁI PRADOŚE
ARUNÁCALER ÁLO MOR COKHE LÁGE BHÁLO ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ ARUNÁCALER ÁLO MOR COKHE LÁGE BHÁLO PÁRI NÁ SAHITE AVICÁRER KÁLO SHOŚAŃER SAMRACANÁ AGNISHIKHÁY JVÁLO KATHÁ KAHO MOR SAUNGE HESE PRIITIR PARÁG PÁT́HÁI PRADOŚE
MALAYÁNILER PARASH SABÁI PÁK DIVYA TRIDASHA ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ MALAYÁNILER PARASH SABÁI PÁK DIVYA TRIDASHA PRÁYOJANA ÁYOJANA PURŃE MADHUR HARAŚA DEKHE JÁI ÁMI BHÁLOBESE PRIITIR PARÁG PÁT́HÁI PRADOŚE
ÁMI CÁMPÁR KALI GANDHE KATHÁ BOLI PRIITIR PARÁG PÁT́HÁI PRADOŚE
Translation
I am a bud of campak flower, with fragrance I speak, and emanate the fragrance of love in the evening. I am for all, for You all are Your own, and do not recognise the distinction of own and other’s country. My eyes like the morning eastern illumination. I cannot tolerate the darkness of distinction. You kindle flame to burn the exploitation, and speak with me smilingly. Let all get the divine heavenly touch of sandal breeze. I would go on observing the fulfillment of the purpose of provisions with sweet joy and love.
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