PS 4531
TUMI JADI NA'HI ELE VRTHA'I A'MA'R MA'LA'GA'NTHA' VRTHA'I PHULASEJA
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
TUMI YADI NÁHI ELE VRITHÁI ÁMÁR MÁLÁ GÁNTHÁ
VRITHÁI PHUL SEJ RACANÁ CHANDE GIITE SUR SÁDHÁ VRITHÁI ÁMÁR MÁLÁ GÁNTHÁ
DHARAŃIIR EK KOŃE CHILUM ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ DHARAŃIIR EK KOŃE CHILUM CHILO NÁ MOR KONO DYUTI CHILO NÁ MOR GUL BÁGICÁ CHILO NÁ BULBULIR GIITI TUMI ELE PHUL PHOT́ÁLE SHONÁLE CANDAN KATHÁ VRITHÁI ÁMÁR MÁLÁ GÁNTHÁ
JE BÁ ÁSE SEU CALE JÁY ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ JE BÁ ÁSE SEU CALE JÁY KÁRO TARE KEU NÁHI RAYE PRIYATAM HE CIRA AVYAYA TAVA PATHE MOR ÁNKHI PÁTÁ VRITHÁI ÁMÁR MÁLÁ GÁNTHÁ
TUMI YADI NÁHI ELE VRITHÁI ÁMÁR MÁLÁ GÁNTHÁ
Translation
O Dear, if You do not come useless is my threading of garland. Useless is my creation of the floral bed and rehearsing of the melody of the rhythmic song. I was in one corner of the earth. I had no glow of mine. I had no floral garden and there was no song of nightingale. You came, bloomed the flowers, and told me the sandalfragrant story. Whosoever has come, they also go, and none stays for anyone. O the Dearest, Ever Enduring my eyes are attached to Your path.
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