PS 4765
PRIYA A'MA'R KENA NA'HI ELE MOR GHARE JANAMA JANAMA
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PRIYA ÁMÁR KENO NÁHI ELE MOR GHARE KENO NÁHI ELE MOR GHARE
JANAM JANAM DHARE, JEGE ÁCHI TAVA TARE PRIITI PRADIIPE SARPIH BHARE KENO NÁHI ELE MOR GHARE KENO NÁHI ELE MOR GHARE
MOHANER PATH PARE ÁLPANÁ ENKE GECHI ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ MOHANER PATH PARE, ÁLPANÁ ENKE GECHI MANANER MAYURE TÁLA JINÁNA SHIKHÁYECHI NIIP REŃU BICHÁYECHI DVÁRE KENO NÁHI ELE MOR GHARE KENO NÁHI ELE MOR GHARE
JATA CHILO ARGALA, MUKTA KARIÁCHI ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ JATA CHILO ARGALA, MUKTA KARIÁCHI SAḾSKÁR SHRINKHALA CHINŔIÁ PHELIÁCHI LOKA LÁJA BHAYA BHULE, ÁVEGE D́ÁKIÁCHI ÁJ DEKHI D́EKECHI BODHIRE KENO NÁHI ELE MOR GHARE KENO NÁHI ELE MOR GHARE
PRIYA ÁMÁR KENO NÁHI ELE MOR GHARE KENO NÁHI ELE MOR GHARE
Translation
O My Dear, why did not You come to my home? Since births after births, I have remained awaken for You, kindling the lamp of love, filled with ghee. Over the path of the charming One, I continued marking the welcome decoration marks. To the mental peacoch, I trained the skill of rhythm. I have spread the pollen of niip flowers on the door. All the doorbolts I have opened up. The chain of sam’ka’ras I have broken away. Ignoring the public shyness and fears, I continued calling You with impulse. Today I see that I call with intuition.
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