PS 4575
TA'RI SURE GA'NERI MA'LA' GA'NTHI DUYTITE TA'R DYOTANA'Y
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Lyrics
Roman script
TÁRAI SURE GÁNERI MÁLÁ GÁNTHI DYUTITE TÁR DYOTANÁY DYOTANÁY GO DYOTANÁY
ANURÁGER D́ORE MANERI MADHU MATHI SAJÁTE CITA CETANÁY CETANÁY GO CETANÁY DYOTANÁY GO DYOTANÁY
NIIPER SÁTHE NIIPERI REŃU MÁKHI SAJAL SAMIIRE ALÁJ ÁNKHI RÁKHI VENUKÁR VANE SHUNI KE JÁY D́ÁKI AHARAH VEŃU VÁRTÁY DYOTANÁY GO DYOTANÁY
HÁRÁTE NÁHI CÁI TABUO HÁRÁI KÁCHE PETE GIYE NIJERE SARÁI NAYANE AINJAN ÁNKI MUCHE JÁI DURTAME PÁOÁR DURÁSHÁY DYOTANÁY GO DYOTANÁY
TÁRAI SURE GÁNERI MÁLÁ GÁNTHI DYUTITE TÁR DYOTANÁY DYOTANÁY GO DYOTANÁY
Translation
O Lord, with Your melody, I thread the garland of songs under the illumination of Your gesture. Churning the honey of mind, with the twine of love, I decorate the consciousness of the mind. Along with the niip flowers, smearing the fragrant pollen, I keep the shy eyes with moist breeze. In the bamboo grove, I listen, who goes on calling constantly through the sound of flute. I do not want to get lost yet I am lost, when getting close, I lose myself. I go on applying the decoration mark to the eyes and then go on wiping, with the adamancy of getting the distant most.
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