PS 4811
MADHURIMA' TAVA CHAR'IYE DIYECHA PHULE PHULE TARULATA'TE
Renditions
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Roman script
MADHURIMÁ TAVA CHAŔÁYE DIYECHO PHULE PHALE TARU LATÁTE MÁNAVA MANETE NIBHRTE
VISHVER JATA JAD́E CETANE SAKAL PRÁŃER PRIITITE MÁNAVA MANETE NIBHRTE
MÁDHURII TOMÁR VÁTÁSETE BHÁSE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ MÁDHURII TOMÁR VÁTÁSETE BHÁSE NIDAGHER SÁNJHE BELÁR SUVÁSE JÚTHI PARIMALE CAMPAK DALE KETAKII KESHAR MÁYÁTE MÁNAVA MANETE NIBHRTE
SUNDAR TUMI, NÚPUR DHVANITE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ SUNDAR TUMI, NÚPUR DHVANITE SINJINE TAVA NÁCE DHAMANIITE KUHU KEKÁ RAVE KALÁPE VEŃUTE T́ÁNIÁ CALECHO JAGATE. MÁNAVA MANETE NIBHRITE
MADHURIMÁ TAVA CHAŔÁYE DIYECHO PHULE PHALE TARU LATÁTE MÁNAVA MANETE NIBHRITE
Translation
O Lord, You have scattered Your sweetness on flowers, fruits and creepers as well as in secluded human mind. You radiated that to all the living and nonlivings in the world, and all love of hearts. Your sweetness floats in the air, in hot sunny evenings with fragrance of bela’ flower, in the pollen of juhi flowers, in the petals of ca’mpa’ flowers and in charming fragrance of ketakii flower. O the Beautiful, the sound of Your ankle bell tinkles in the arteries and veins. With sound of Your flute, cooing of cuckoo and peacock’s calls, You go on attracting the world.
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