PS 4792
TOMA'KE KA'CHE PEYE
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
TOMÁKE, KÁCHE PEYE TABU CENÁ DÁY
GOLOKE GOKULE THÁKO MOR TÁTE NÁHI ÁSE JÁY TABU CENÁ DÁY
NIDÁGHER UŚŃATÁ VARAŚÁR JALIIYATÁ KICHUTE BUJHITE NÁRI KII SE TAVA VÁRTÁ SHARATER SNIGDHATÁ ENE DEY MALAYAJA VÁY TABU CENÁ DÁY
HEMANTE HIMÁNITE SHIITER JAD́ATÁTE MANE HOE TUMI BUJHI NIHITA HUTÁSHETE KISHALAYE MADHUMÁSE RAUNGIIN PUSHPA VÁSE TAVA MADHU D́HELE DIYE JÁY TABU CENÁ DÁY
TOMÁKE, KÁCHE PEYE TABU CENÁ DÁY
Translation
O Lord, even after finding You close, recognising is difficult. Stay in my mental heavenly garden, which does not come and go. The heat of summer and humidity of rain, by nothing I can understand what is Your message. The sandal breeze provides softness of autumn. By snow of the prewinter and inrtial cold of the winter, it occurs into the mind that You are located into expression of dejection. The tender leaves of the spring, and fragrance of the colourful flowers, goes on pouring Your honey.
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