PS 4776
TOMA'RE CINTE GIYE CENA' HALA NA'
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Roman script
TOMÁRE CINATE GIYE CENÁ HOLO NÁ NIJEI HOLUM ACIN
PHULER GANDHA NITE GIYE GANDHA MÁJHE HOE GELUM VILIIN NIJEI HOLUM ACIN
SARITÁ DHÁYE SARIT PÁNE JÁNE NÁ SE KISER T́ÁNE KON AJÁNÁ DURER GÁNE D́EKE JÁY TÁRE RÁTRI DIN NIJEI HOLUM ACIN
PRIITIR SE D́ÁK JE SHUNECHE SE BÁNSHII MARME CHUNYECHE SAKAL SHIKAL SE CHINŔECHE SE CAKOR BÁDHÁ BADDHAHIIN NIJEI HOLUM ACIN
TOMÁRE CINATE GIYE CENÁ HOLO NÁ NIJEI HOLUM ACIN
Translation
O Lord, when I went to understand You, I could not do so, I myself became unknown. I went carrying the floral fragrance to the fragrance, that dissolved. The stream rushes towards the sea, but does not know due to whose attraction. Which unknown distant song, keeps on calling it day and night. He who listens to that call of love, that flute tune touches the core, he breaks all chains, that cakor bird is free of obstacles.
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