PS 4708
BHA'LOVA'SI JA'NA KINA' TA'RE TA'RE SURE SURE TOMA'Y D'A'KE
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
BHÁLOBÁSI JÁNO KI NÁ TÁRE TÁRE SURE SURE TÁRE TÁRE SURE SURE TÁRE TÁRE SURE SURE TOMÁY D́ÁKE ÁMÁR VIIŃÁ
JABE VARAŚÁY BHÁVI TOMÁRE JABE VARAŚÁY BHÁVI TOMÁRE JABE VARAŚÁY BHÁVI TOMÁRE KETAKII PARÁG SAMBHÁRE NIIP VANE KŚAŃE KŚAŃE TOMÁR VEŃU DEY PRERAŃÁ
BHÁLOBÁSI JÁNO KI NÁ SHARATE SHEFÁLII KÁNANE TOMÁRE SMARI SMITÁNANE KUSHE KÁSHE HESE HESE KUSHE KÁSHE HESE HESE KUSHE KÁSHE HESE HESE BOLE PRIYA KABHU BHOLE NÁ
BHÁLOBÁSI JÁNO KI NÁ MADHU MÁSE PALÁSHE MADHU MÁSE PALÁSHE MADHU MÁSE PALÁSHE
PHÁGUNERI RÁUNGÁ ÁGUNE TOMÁY HERI MANE MANE PARIPÚRŃA RÚPE GUŃE BAKUL SHIMUL ÁMRA MUKUL JÁNÁY SAPHAL HOBE SÁDHANÁ BHÁLOBÁSI JÁNO KI NÁ
Translation
Don’t You know that I love You? Each string of my viina, each tune, calls to You.
Whenever it rains, I think about You. Amidst the fullness of the screwpine pollen. Each moment in the kadamba garden Your bamboo flute gives inspiration.
In the winter shepalii garden, I remember You Among the tall grasses, smiling Saying, beloved, I never forgot.
During the month of Chaitra among the palash trees the spring colors are ignited. I see You in my mind’s eye Complete in form and quality.
The bakul, shimul, mango buds all say: Your sadhana will be fruitful. Don’t You know that I love You?
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