PS 4691
GA'NER SARITA' EGIYE CALECHE HE PRIYA TOMA'R BHA'VANA'Y
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Roman script
GÁNER SARITÁ EGIE CALECHE HE PRIYA TOMÁR BHÁVANÁY
KABE TOMÁRE PÁVO JIIVANER MOHÁNÁY HE PRIYA TOMÁR BHÁVANÁY
Translation
GIRI SHIKHARER NIRJHAR HOTE GIRI SHIKHARER NIRJHAR HOTE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ GIRI SHIKHARER NIRJHAR HOTE KATA SHATADRU JALA PRAPÁTE NÁNÁ PARICAYE NÁNÁ NÁM NIYE CHUT́ECHI TOMÁR EŚAŃÁY HE PRIYA TOMÁR BHÁVANÁY
KATA JANAPATH KATA NÁ KÁNANA KATA JANAPATH KATA NÁ KÁNANA ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ KATA JANAPATH KATA NÁ KÁNANA SIINCITA KARI E PARIBHRAMAŃA HÁSI KÁNNÁR CUNII PÁNNÁR KATA MARU KATA SHYÁMALATÁY HE PRIYA TOMÁR BHÁVANÁY
GÁNER SARITÁ EGIE CALECHE HE PRIYA TOMÁR BHÁVANÁY
O Dear, the stream of songs moves forward, with Your ideation. When shall I attain You, at the terminus of life? Through the mountain peaks and falls, several fountains, rivers and cataracts, with many acquaintances and names, I rush by Your will. This journey has irrigated numerous inhabitants and forests, with smiles, cries and rubies and emeralds many deserts and greeneries.
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