PS 4577
TUMI PRÁŃER PARASHE JE ÁGUN JVELE GELE TUMI PRÁŃER PARASHE JE ÁGUN JVELE GELE TUMI PRÁŃER PARASHE...
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Roman script
TUMI PRÁŃER PARASHE JE ÁGUN JVELE GELE TUMI PRÁŃER PARASHE JE ÁGUN JVELE GELE TUMI PRÁŃER PARASHE JE ÁGUN JVELE GELE ÁMÁR PRADIIP TÁTEI ÁJIO JVALE
TUMI, DHYÁNER HARAŚE JE PHÁGUNE ÁNÁLE DHYÁNER HARAŚE JE PHÁGUNE ÁNÁLE DHYÁNER HARAŚE JE PHÁGUNE ÁNÁLE DHYÁNER HARAŚE JE PHÁGUNE ÁNÁLE TÁHÁRI KUSUM SURABHI EKHANO D́HÁLE ÁMÁR PRADIIP TÁTEI ÁJIO JVALE
SHIITER JAD́ATÁ SARIÁ GIYÁCHE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ SHIITER JAD́ATÁ SARIÁ GIYÁCHE KALI KALIKÁY PARŃA PHUT́ECHE PIK KEKÁ RAVE ÁKÁSHA DHVANICHE BINÁ NIMANTRAŃA MALAY ELO CALE ÁMÁR PRADIIP TÁTEI ÁJIO JVALE
TARU SHÁKHE SHÁKHE KISHALAY NÁCE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ TARU SHÁKHE SHÁKHE KISHALAY NÁCE MANER MAYUR KALÁPE METECHE BANDHAN HÁRÁ BALÁKÁ SHVANICHE PRÁPTIR KALLOLE ÁMÁR PRADIIP TÁTEI ÁJIO JVALE
TUMI PRÁŃER PARASHE JE ÁGUN JVELE GELE ÁMÁR PRADIIP TÁTEI ÁJIO JVALE
Translation
O Lord, by the touch of life, the fire that You had kindled, by that, my lamp is glowing even today. The spring, festivity of colour that You have brought, the flowers of that pour fragrance even now. The inertia of cold is moved out. The buds and leaves are coming up. The sky is sounding with the noise of peacock and cuckoos. The sandal breeze came uninvited. The tender leaves dance on the branches of the tree. The mental peacock is engrossed in dancing. The swan, losing the bonds sound, cheered up with achievement.
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