PS 4665
MANATE BHOMRA' ELA PHA'GUNER VA'TA'SE BHESE
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
MANETE BHOMRÁ ELO MANETE BHOMRÁ ELO MANETE BHOMRÁ ELE MANETE BHOMRÁ ELE MANETE BHOMRÁ ELO MANETE BHOMRÁ ELO PHÁGUNER VÁTÁSE BHESE
KISHALAY RAUNGERI NESHÁY CEYE JÁY HESE HESE PHÁGUNER VÁTÁSE BHESE
ÁJIKE KÁINCAN, ÁJIKE KÁINCAN ÁJIKE KÁINCAN, ÁJIKE KÁINCAN ÁJIKE KÁINCAN, ÁJIKE KÁINCAN
Translation
NAHE TO AKINCANA CYUTA MUKULER MANAO CYUTA MUKULER MANAO CYUTA MUKULER MANAO PARIVESHA BHÁLOBÁSE PHÁGUNER VÁTÁSE BHESE
KÁHÁRI MÁDHURII ÁJI MARME MATHIÁ ÁCHE SE MAHIMÁ ANUPAMA SE MAHIMÁ ANUPAMA SE MAHIMÁ ANUPAMA
CITTE DOLÁ DITE CHE BHÁVANÁR PRATI KŚAŃE BHÁVANÁR PRATI KŚAŃE BHÁVANÁR PRATI KŚAŃE BHÁVANÁR PRATI KŚAŃE
KENO JE ÁNAMANE DÚRERI DEVATÁ LÁGI DÚRERI DEVATÁ LÁGI DÚRERI DEVATÁ LÁGI SURERI ARGHYA RACE PHÁGUNER VÁTÁSE BHESE
MANETE BHOMRÁ ELO PHÁGUNER VÁTÁSE BHESE
The bee came into my mind, soaring with the spring breeze. The tender leaves frenzied with colour, goes on observing smilingly. Today’s gold is not insignificant. The environment loves even the mind of the dropped buds. Today Whose sweetness churns the core of the mind? That excellent glory swings the feelings of mind each moment, why unmindfully? For the distant Divinity, it creates offerings of the melody.
Thoughts
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