PS 4791
A'MI PRABHA'TE TOMA'RE CA'HIYA'CHI
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
ÁMI PRABHÁTE TOMÁRE CÁHIÁCHI ÁSILE NÁ KENO SÁRÁ DINE
SÁJI BHARE PHUL TULIÁCHI D́HÁLÁ HOLO NÁ KO O CARAŃE ÁSILE NÁ KENO SÁRÁ DINE
PHULER SUVÁS MANER SUHÁS TAVA TARE KARE CHILO ADHIVÁS GIITI RACANÁY PRIITI DYOTANÁY TOMÁRE BHEVECHI PRATI KŚAŃE ÁSILE NÁ KENO SÁRÁ DINE
KUSUM SHUKHÁLO SUVÁS PHURÁLO SÁDHÁ RÁGA MOR VRITHÁ HOE GELO SÁYÁHNA SHEŚE PRDOŚA JE ELO EKHAN BHAROSÁ NAVÁRUŃE ÁSILE NÁ KENO SÁRÁ DINE
ÁMI PRABHÁTE TOMÁRE CÁHIÁCHI ÁSILE NÁ KENO SÁRÁ DINE
Translation
O Lord, since morning, I have been seeking You, why did not You come the whole day? I collected the basketful of flowers, but it could not be poured at those feet. The fragrance of flowers, smile of the mind, have made their abode at Your feet. With creation of songs and gesture of love, I think of You each moment. The flowers dried up, the fragrance is lost, my well rehearsed melody has gone in vain. At the end of afternoon evening came and now the hope is for the new sun.
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