PS 4530
SEI SAJALA SONJHETE VALECHILA A'VA'R A'SIVE
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
SEI SAJAL SÁNJHETE BOLE CHILE ÁBÁR ÁSIBE YATHÁ KÁLE
SE KATHÁ KI PRIYA BHULE GELE MOR SÁDHANÁR BALA NEI BALE ÁBÁR ÁSIBE YATHÁ KÁLE
VRATATI VITÁNE/VIPANE? MÁLÁ GENTHE BASE KÁLA KET́E JÁY VIŚADE? VIRASE ÚRMI DHÁRÁY DIN CALE JÁY TABU KŚAŃA TARE NÁ TÁKÁLE ÁBÁR ÁSIBE YATHÁ KÁLE
PÁINCA RTU JÁY RTURÁJ ÁSE TARUTE TARUTE KISHALAY HÁSE MANER MUKURE KŚIIŃA ÁSHÁ BHÁSE PRIYA PARIVESHA ELO BOLE ÁBÁR ÁSIBE YATHÁ KÁLE
SEI SAJAL SÁNJHETE BOLE CHILE ÁBÁR ÁSIBE YATHÁ KÁLE
Translation
O My Dear, on that moist evening, You had told that You would come at the appropriate time, have You forgotten that event? In the grove of trees, sitting in an arbor, my time passes threading the garland in melancholy, and the days pass like flow of waves. Yet You did not look at me even for a moment. The five seasons go and the spring season comes. On each tree new leaves smile. In the mental mirror, a faint hope appears, the lovely environment tells that the Dear came.
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