PS 4499
TOMA'RE SADA'I D'A'KI A'R'A'LE TKA'KI SHON'O KI MOR KATHA'
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TOMÁKE SADÁI D́ÁKI, ÁŔÁLE THÁKI SHONO KI NÁ? MOR KATHÁ
DEVATÁ KAHO NÁ KATHÁ BUJHO KII/NÁ? VYATHÁ JENE MOR ITIKATHÁ SHONO KI NÁ MOR KATHÁ
GULBÁGE GUL NITYA PHOT́E ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ GULBÁGE GUL NITYA PHOT́E PÁPŔI PUŔE DHULÁY LOT́E PÁPŔI ÁMI TAPAN TUMI JVALANE ÁCHE KI MADHURATÁ SHONO KI NÁ MOR KATHÁ
REKHECHO MORE KÁNT́ÁY GHIRE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ REKHECHO MORE KÁNT́ÁY GHIRE JHAINJHÁ JHAŔE TRASTA KARE E KI GO LIILÁ NIT́HUR KHELÁ BHEVE MÚKA HOE JE MUKHARATÁ SHONO KI NÁ MOR KATHÁ
TOMÁKE SADÁI D́ÁKI, ÁŔÁLE THÁKI SHONO KI NÁ MOR KATHÁ
Translation
O Lord, I call You always, staying behind, do You listen to my story? O god, tell me, what is the problem in Your listening to my history? In the floral garden, flowers bloom every day. The petals burn and wallow on the ground. I am the petal, You are the sun, what is the sweetness in burning? You have kept me surrounded by thorns, distressing me with storms, and cyclones. What a game, lila’, the cruel play, is Yours, thinking of that the expressions become dumb.
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