PS 4495
MADHUMA'SE MADHULE KII KATHA' VALE KA'N' PETE A'MI VUJHITE
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
MADHU MÁSE MADHULE KII KATHÁ BOLE KÁN PETE ÁMI BUJHITE NÁHI PÁRI
KIIRŃA KISHALYE KÁINCAN NILAYE KÁNAN KENO KÁNDE KENO JHARE ÁNKHI VÁRI KÁN PETE ÁMI BUJHITE NÁHI PÁRI
SE PATHIK ÁSE NIKO SÁRÁ VATSAR LAUNGHI ARAŃYÁNI MARU DUSTAR ULLAUNGHI GIRI TUŚÁRERI JHAŔA TÁI KI KÁNDATE KÁNAN HELÁ SAHITE NÁRI KÁN PETE ÁMI BUJHITE NÁHI PÁRI
KENDO NÁ KÁNAN SEI PATHIK ÁSIBE TOMÁR PARÁŃ MAN JINIÁ NEVE MIŚT́I HÁSI HESE KÁCHE T́ÁNIBE PUŚPE UPACI PAŔO TÁR ÁGAMAN SMARI KÁN PETE ÁMI BUJHITE NÁHI PÁRI
Translation
In the spring season, what does the madhul tree say? Even with rapt attention, I am unable to understand that. With scattered tender leaves, in the golden dwelling, why does the garden cry, why the tears flow? That Traveler, did not come for the whole year, crossing the forests and difficult desert, crossing the mountains and snowy storms, is it due to that the garden unable to bear, cries? O forest, do not cry, that Traveler would come, and would win over your mind and life. Smiling sweetly, He would pull You close, the flowers remembering His arrival, overwhelm.
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