PS 4706
ARUN' A'LOKE PU'RVA'CALE RA'G SA'JIYECHI TOMA'RI A'SHE
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
ARUŃ ÁLOKE PURVÁCALE RÁGA SÁJIECHI PRIYA TOMÁRI ÁSHE
TUMI ELE NÁ SHONÁNO HOLO NÁ SUR MOR KENDE KENDE BHÁSE ÁKÁSHE RÁGA SÁJIECHI PRIYA TOMÁRI ÁSHE
BAESHÁKHE TARU SHÁKHE JÁ CHILO MUKUL JHARITE DIINI TÁHÁ DULCHE DODUL JYEŚT́HER KHAR TÁPE HOYECHI VYÁKUL AKÁLE CÁMPÁR KALI JENO NÁ KHASE RÁGA SÁJIECHI PRIYA TOMÁRI ÁSHE
VARAŚAY ÁSHÁ CHILO TUMI ÁSIBE PRÁŃER PRADIIP MOR UDBHÁSIBE KUMUD KETAKII JUTHI PUNAH HÁSIBE ASHRUR PLÁVANE GELO TÁ BHESE RÁGA SÁJIECHI PRIYA TOMÁRI ÁSHE
SHARATE SHEFÁLII VANE CHILO SAORABHA ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ SHARATE SHEFÁLII VANE CHILO SAORABHA SHUBHRA MEGHER RAJATER GAORAVA ÁSHÁ BHAUNGA HOLO GELO VAEBHAVA ÁJAO TABU DULE JÁY KUSHE KÁSHE RÁGA SÁJIECHI PRIYA TOMÁRI ÁSHE
ARUŃ ÁLOKE PURVÁCALE RÁGA SÁJIECHI PRIYA TOMÁRI ÁSHE
Translation
In the eastern light of the rising sun dear one, waiting for You I embroidered my melody.
But You didn’t come, I wasn’t able to hear You. And so my cries floated up to the sky.
Blossoms from April tree branches dropped as the garden swing was set in motion.
In the severe May heat I worried that the Young magnolia blossoms would fall prematurely.
In the rainy season I again waited for You to come to light the lamp of my life I waited for the lotus and screwpine flowers to once again smile together.
A flood of tears passed in that flow. In the autumn shephalii garden fragrance arose. The grey clouds appeared silver in their majesty. But my hope was broken, that glory was lost.
And yet, today the swing continues back and forth, amidst the tall grasses.
Thoughts
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