PS 4527
TUMI KENA NA'HI ELE MOR GHARE PRIYA MOR GHARE
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
TUMI KENO NÁHI ELE MOR GHARE MOR GHARE PRIYA MOR GHARE
TUMI KENO NÁHI ELE MOR GHARE PUŚPA STABAK ÁLPANÁ ENKE SÁJIE CHILUM TAVA TARE MOR GHARE PRIYA MOR GHARE
ARUŃER ALO MOR KAHE CHILO SE PRIYA NIYATA BHÁVE UCCHALA JIIVANER KÁLO NÁSHE TÁR ÁLO TAVA GHARE SE ÁSITE PÁRE MOR GHARE PRIYA MOR GHARE
SANDHYÁ SÚRYA SHEŚE BOLE CHILO SE PRIYER TARE ÁRO DIIP JVÁLO SÁDHANÁ SARITE ÁRO SUDHÁ D́HÁLO MAN KE SÁJÁO BHÁLO KARE MOR GHARE PRIYA MOR GHARE
TUMI KENO NÁHI ELE MOR GHARE MOR GHARE PRIYA MOR GHARE
Translation
O Dear Lord, why did not You come to my home? I have drawn decoration paintings for welcoming You and kept flowers in folded hand for offering. The morning light had told me “ That Dear is overwhelmed with feeling always and His light destroys the darkness of life, He would come to your home”. The setting sun of the evening had told,” Kindle more lamps for that Dear, in the stream of sa’dhana’, pour more nectar and decorate your mind in still better way”.
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