PS 4774
A'KA'SHE JYUTSNA'R A'LO AMA'RI KA'LO TUMI DYUYE NIYE
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Roman script
ÁKÁSHE JYOTSNÁR ÁLO AMÁRI KÁLO TUMI DUE NIYE
MADHUR E KOMALA TAMA KURIS SAMA PARÁGE MADHU BICHIE AMÁRI KÁLO TUMI DUE NIYE
KHUNJE HOLUM DISHÁHÁRÁ ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ KHUNJE HOLUM DISHÁHÁRÁ BUJHATE GIYE ÁPANA HÁRÁ D́EKE D́EKE NÁ PÁI SÁŔÁ SHUNINÁ O MANE MAN DIYE AMÁRI KÁLO TUMI DUE NIYE
NUNER PUTUL MÁPATE SÁGAR ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ NUNER PUTUL MÁPATE SÁGAR NIJEI HOLUM NUNERI ÁKAR BHULE GELUM ÁPANA PAR SÁGARE GÁGAR BHÁSIYE AMÁRI KÁLO TUMI DUE NIYE
ÁKÁSHE JYOTSNÁR ÁLO AMÁRI KÁLO TUMI DUE NIYE
Translation
O Lord, in the sky, both illumination of moonlight and dark nights, comprise of You only. You are sweet softest as well as hard like dried dung. I lose the direction when trying to search You, and lose myself when trying to understand You. Even with repeated calling, I do not get the response. I do not listen by offering my mind to that mind. The doll of salt while trying to measure the depth of the ocean, loses itself to become the ocean itself. By floating the pot into the ocean, I have forgotten own and alien.
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