PS 4662
TUMI ESECHA A'MA'RI KA'CHE PHULAVANE NAY MANOVANE
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Roman script
TUMI ESECHO ÁMÁRI KÁCHE PHUL VANE NAY MANO VANE
REŃUTE REŃUTE JAŔIE ÁCHE TOMÁR MÁDHURII PRATI KŚAŃE PHUL VANE NAY MANO VANE
NIDÁGHERI DÁHANE SARIE DIYE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ NIDÁGHERI DÁHANE SARIE DIYE VARAŚÁR SARASATÁ DILE BHARIE SHARATE SHEFÁLI MÁJHE/ (SÁNJHE?) SUVÁS ÁNIYE SÁDÁ MEGHER AMBARE RAJATÁNANE
Translation
PHUL VANE NAY MANO VANE
HEMANTE HIMA PAVANER SVANANE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ HEMANTE HIMA PAVANER SVANANE SHIITER JÁDYA MÁJHE SUKHA TAPANE MADHU MÁSE MADHU DHELE DILE MANANE SHIMUL BAKUL BADARIKÁ KÁNANE PHUL VANE NAY MANO VANE
TUMI ESECHO ÁMÁRI KÁCHE PHUL VANE NAY MANO VANE
O Lord, You came to me, not in the floral garden, but in the mental garden. Each moment Your sweetness is embedded in each particle. Removing the burn of the hot sun, You filled the freshness of rain. You brought the fragrance within the shefa’lii flowers during winter, and white clouds on the silvery face of the sky. With resonance of snowy breeze during autumn, and pleasing warmth during cold inertial winter, during spring, You poured honey within mind and in the garden of plum, shimul and bakul.
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