PS 4518
GA'NGULI MOR THA'KUKA CENCE PRIYATAMA TOMA'R TARE
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
GÁNAGULI MOR THÁKUK BENCE, PRIYATAMA PRIYATATAMA TOMÁR TARE
CHANDE TOMÁR MARMERI TÁR UT́HUK BEJE, DÚRATAMA DÚRATAMA NABHA BHARE PRIYATATAM TOMÁR TARE
AHARNISHI SHUNI BASI VEŃU TOMÁR, KARŃE PASHI SAB KUHELII DEY JE NÁSHI PALE PRAHARE PRIYATATAM TOMÁR TARE
MAN NÁCE NÚPURER NIKKANE BHÁVÁLOKERI SHINJINE ÁTMA PARER KHOLÁ DVÁRE BÁHIRE BHITARE PRIYATATAM TOMÁR TARE
Translation
O Dearest, many songs of mine are left out, for You. O the distant One, the strings of my core of heart start tinkling with Your rhythm filling the whole sky. Sitting day and night, I listen to Your flute which entering the ears destroys all the fog, each moment. The mind dances to the tinkling of the anklebell, with tinkling of the arena of thinking and opens the doors of own and others, inside and outside.
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