PS 4657
RÚPE RÚPE LIILÁ TOMÁR KAKHANO KÁNDÁO KAKHANO HÁSÁO KAKHANO BHÁVE KARO EKÁKÁR RÚPE RÚPE LIILÁ TOMÁR
Lyrics
Roman script
RÚPE RÚPE LIILÁ TOMÁR KAKHANO KÁNDÁO KAKHANO HÁSÁO KAKHANO BHÁVE KARO EKÁKÁR RÚPE RÚPE LIILÁ TOMÁR
BHORER ARUŃA JE RAUNGA D́HELE JÁY HÁRÁY SÁNJHER RAKTA LEKHÁY DINE MÁRTAND́ER KHARA TÁY TOMÁR ÁSÁ JÁOÁ ANIVÁR RÚPE RÚPE LIILÁ TOMÁR
PHULE PHULE MADHU D́HELE JÁO KOKIL KANT́HE KÚJAN BHARÁO MADHUMÁSE MANE DOLÁ DÁO HE MOR CITTA ANÁDI APÁR. RÚPE RÚPE LIILÁ TOMÁR
Translation
O Lord, Your illusive game liila’, is expressed in each form. Sometimes You make one cry, sometimes You make one smile, and sometimes You unify in the ideation. The morning sun that pours colour, gets lost in the red picture of the evening. With intensity of the noon sun, Your coming and going is essential. You go on pouring honey in each flower, fill the throat of the cuckoo with chirping coos. You swing the mind in the spring, O unlimited without beginning, of my mind.
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