PS 4678
ARU'PA RATANA SE MANE MOR DIYECHE DOLA' TA'RE
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
ARUPA RATAN SE MANE MOR DIYECHE DOLÁ TÁRE KI JÁY GO BHOLÁ
TÁHÁRI SMRITITE JATA MADHU JAMIE TOLÁ TÁRE KI JÁY GO BHOLÁ
TÁRE DEKHI SURYODAYER CHAT́ÁY SURYÁSTERI RAKTIMA ÁBHÁY DÚRER ADÚRER KATHÁ SE SHONÁY KE JE SE JÁY NÁ BOLÁ TÁRE KI JÁY GO BHOLÁ
MOR ASTITVA TÁR PRIITIR KORAKA ÁMÁR ÁSÁ JÁOÁ TÁR ANUPÚRAKA ÁMÁR BHÁLOBÁSÁ TÁHÁRI DYOTAKA SE ÁMÁY KARE UTALÁ TÁRE KI JÁY GO BHOLÁ
ARUPA RATAN SE MANE MOR DIYECHE DOLÁ TÁRE KI JÁY GO BHOLÁ
Translation
The formless, most beautiful gem has swung my mind, how can I forget that? By His memory all sweetness is accumulated up. I see Him in the beauty of the morning, within the red hue of the evening, He speaks about far and near, that cannot be forgotten. My existence is His love of the core. My coming and going is following Him. My love is expressive of Him. He makes me frenzied.
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