PS 4637
TOMA'R SURER KATHA' NA' BALA' JATA VYATHA'
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Roman script
TOMÁR SURER KATHÁ NÁ BOLÁ JATA VYATHÁ ÁJIKE CHAŔIYE DIO VASUDHÁR PRÁŃE PRÁŃE
PHÁGUNER RAUNGER GÁNE KISHALAYER RAŃANE VITÁNE BHARIE DIO MARMER VÁTÁYANE VASUDHÁR PRÁŃE PRÁŃE
JE GÁN HOECHE SÁDHÁ JE MÁLÁ HOECHE GÁNTHÁ TÁR AŃU TRYASAREŃU HÁRÁYE VIJANE SVAPANE VASUDHÁR PRÁŃE PRÁŃE
JÁRE BHÁLOBESECHILE TÁRE YADI NÁHI PELE TÁR DHYÁNE ANUDHYÁNE MISHE JÁO MANERI CIDÁSANE VASUDHÁR PRÁŃE PRÁŃE
TOMÁR SURER KATHÁ NÁ BOLÁ JATA VYATHÁ ÁJIKE CHAŔIYE DIO VASUDHÁR PRÁŃE PRÁŃE
Translation
The events of Your melody, all the untold agonies , today You scatter in each life of the world. The colourful songs of the spring, the resonance of the tender leaves, fill into the garden and balcony of the core. The song that was rehearsed, the garland that was threaded, the particles of that, let it be lost into isolated dream. The One Whom You loved, if You do not attain Him, then in His ideation and contemplation, go on merging on the seat of the mind.
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