PS 4750
BRAMARA A'SIYA' KAYE GELA KA'N'E E MADHUMA'SA A'R
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Roman script
BHRAMAR ÁSIÁ KAHE GELO KÁNE E MADHUMÁS ÁR ÁSIBE NÁ NÁ, NÁ, NÁ
E MADHUMÁS ÁR ÁSIBE NÁ BÁJE KATHÁ CHÁŔO, KÁJE NEVE PAŔO SUTIIVRA KARO SÁDHANÁ E MADHUMÁS ÁR ÁSIBE NÁ GHUMÁYE KÁT́ÁYECHO KATA KÁLA ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
GHUMÁYE KÁT́ÁYECHO KATA KÁLA VRTHÁ CALE GECHE SANDHYÁ SAKÁL HÚBAHÚ E RAVI ÁSIBE NÁ KÁLA KEU VIVARTANE RODHE NÁ E MADHUMÁS ÁR ÁSIBE NÁ
ÁJ ARUŃÁCALE JE RAVI JÁGLO TÁRI RASHMITE SNÁNA SERE PHELO KÁLAKER KÁJ ÁJ JE EGOLO TÁR MADHUMÁS PHURÁBE NÁ. E MADHUMÁS ÁR ÁSIBE NÁ
BHRAMAR ÁSIÁ KAHE GELO KÁNE E MADHUMÁS ÁR ÁSIBE NÁ NÁ, NÁ, NÁ
Translation
The honey bee coming, told into the ears, this spring would not come again. Leave superfluous talk, and get immersed in action, perform intense sa’dhana’. How much time you have passed in sleep. The mornings and evenings have gone into vain. Exactly the same sun would not appear tomorrow. No one can stop this transformation. The sun that has arisen today in the eastern horizon, bathe in that ray of light, Tomorrow’s work has come today, that spring would not get lost.
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