PS 4561
KAVE TUMI A'MA'R HAVE TA'RI A'SHA'Y PALA GUN'I MAN JAMUNA'
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Roman script
KABE TUMI ÁMÁR HOBE TÁRI ÁSHÁY PALA GUNI
KABE TUMI ÁMÁR HOBE MAN YAMUNÁ UJÁNE JABE KALPANÁY SE JÁLA BUNI KABE TUMI ÁMÁR HOBE
SAPTA LOKER SÁRÁTSÁR TUMI PRIYA ASHEŚA APÁR CHINNA VIIŃÁR TANTRII ÁMÁR BÁJABE TOMÁR NÚPUR SHUNI TÁRI ÁSHÁY PALA GUNI
KABE TUMI ÁMÁR HOBE JÁ ESECHE JÁ ÁSIBE ANÁGATE JÁ THÁKIBE JÁ TOMÁR MANE GHUMÁVE SABE ÁPAN BALE MÁNI TÁRI ÁSHÁY PALA GUNI
KABE TUMI ÁMÁR HOBE TÁRI ÁSHÁY PALA GUNI
Translation
O Lord, when shall You become my own, with that hope, I am counting moments. When there would be tide of imagination in my mental river Yamuna’, that net I weave. O the essence of essence of the seven arenas, You are endlessly and unlimitedly beloved. The strings of my broken viin’a’. will play listening to Your ankle bell. Whatever has come, whatever will come, whatever has not come, and whatever would remain, whatever is asleep in Your mind, all I consider as my own.
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