PS 4674
SAKAL KICHURA VINIMAYE A'MA'KE NA'O BHA'VER RAUNGE
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
SAKAL KICHUR VINIMAYE ÁMÁKE NÁO NÁO, NÁO, NÁO
BHÁVER RAUNGE MAN RÁUNGIE BOLO KI ÁR CÁO ÁMÁKE NÁO NÁO, NÁO, NÁO
ASTÁCALE GELEO RAVI ASTÁCALE GELEO RAVI ASTÁCALE GELEO RAVI ASTÁCALE GELEO RAVI ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
ASTÁCALE GELEO RAVI ARUŃÁCAL TÁR ÁNKE CHAVI JÁ BOJHÁ NÁ BOJHÁ ÁMI SABAI ÁMÁR PÁNE CÁO ÁMÁKE NÁO NÁO, NÁO, NÁO
JE MÁLÁ ÁCHE KANT́HE PARÁ JE MÁLÁ ÁCHE KANT́HE PARÁ JE MÁLÁ ÁCHE KANT́HE PARÁ JE MÁLÁ ÁCHE KANT́HE PARÁ ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
JE MÁLÁ ÁCHE KANT́HE PARÁ SHUKIE SE HOE NÁ HÁRÁ AŃU MÁJHE SE SUVÁSE BHARÁ KENO BHULE JÁO ÁMÁKE NÁO NÁO, NÁO, NÁO
SAKAL KICHUR VINIMAYE ÁMÁKE NÁO NÁO, NÁO, NÁO
Translation
O Lord, in exchange of everything, take me, accept me. I have coloured the mind with the hue of feelings, tell me what else You want. The sun has set. The eastern sky sketches its image. Those knowing or not knowing that I am all, look to me. The garland that is held in the neck, that is not lost even after withering. It is filled as fragrance within the microcosm, why do You forget that?
Thoughts
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