PS 4644
TUMI JE A'GUN JVA'LIYE DILE A'MA'R MANE SANGOPANE
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Roman script
TUMI, JE ÁGUN JVÁLIE DILE ÁMÁR MANE SAḾGOPANE
SE ÁGUNE JVALALO DHARÁ KENO TÁ KEU NÁHI JÁNE ÁMÁR MANE SAḾGOPANE
LATIKÁY ELO KALI PIK KANT́HE KÁKALII KALÁPERI PÁKHANÁ MELI KEKÁ NECE JÁY KON UJÁNE ÁMÁR MANE SAḾGOPANE
AVAGUNT́HANE PALÁSH RÁUNGÁ RAUNGE BHARALO ÁKÁSHA MALAYERI VÁSE VÁTÁS KÁRE KHONJE ÁJ VIHÁNE ÁMÁR MANE SAḾGOPANE
TUMI, JE ÁGUN JVÁLIE DILE ÁMÁR MANE SAḾGOPANE
Translation
O Lord, the fire that You kindled in my mind secretly, by that fire, why the world is burning, that no one knows. Buds appeared on the creepers, the cuckoo started cooing, with which tide the peacock goes on dancing, spreading the tails and wings. Wearing the colours, the pala’sh tree has filled the sky. Wearing the fragrance of sandal, Whom the breeze goes on searching this morning?
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