PS 4583
SE SURER RESHA VAHIYA' CALECHE GA'NERE HA'RA'YE JELECHI
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
SE SURER RESHA BAHIÁ CALECHE GÁNERE HÁRÁYE PHELECHI PHELECHI GO ÁMI PHELECHI
SE SUVÁS ÁJO PARÁGE BHÁSICHE PHULER RAUNGA BHULIÁCHI PHELECHI GO ÁMI PHELECHI
KŚUDRA MÁNASE JATA T́UKU PÁRI ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ KŚUDRA MÁNASE JATA T́UKU PÁRI DHARE REKHE JÁI MAHIMÁ TOMÁRI ÁTMA SAMIIKŚÁTE JIITE HÁRI JAKHANI VICÁR KARECHI PHELECHI GO ÁMI PHELECHI
OGO PRIYA BHÁŚII DÚRAVÁSII TRÁTÁ ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ OGO PRIYA BHÁŚII DÚRAVÁSII TRÁTÁ VYATHÁ BOJHO NÁKO NIT́HUR DEVATÁ MANE NIYE KŚUDRATÁR VÁRTÁ DUÁRE DÁNŔÁYE RAYECHI PHELECHI GO ÁMI PHELECHI
SE SURER RESHA BAHIÁ CALECHE GÁNERE HÁRÁYE PHELECHI PHELECHI GO ÁMI PHELECHI
Translation
The trace of the melody goes on floating, in that I lose the song. That fragrance even today floats in pollen and I have forgotten the colour of the flower. With all the little capability of the small mind, I keep on holding Your glory. When I consider and analyze the self, I win and lose. O the soft spoken, distant protector, as merciless deity, You do not understand the pain. Keeping in mind, my own meanness, I remain standing at the door.
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