PS 4823
TOMA'RE CEYECHILUM PUS'PAVANE RAUNGE RAUNGE
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
TOMÁRE CEYE CHILUM PUŚPAVANE RAUNGE RÁUNGÁ PHULERI SÁJE
ÁSO NI KATHÁ SHONONI KENO JÁNINE ELO JHARÁ SHIITERI SÁNJHE RAUNGE RÁUNGÁ PHULERI SÁJE
MOR GHARE UTSAVE CHILE ATITHI ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ MOR GHARE UTSAVE CHILE ATITHI CHILO ÁLOKER MÁLÁ DIVÁ RÁTI TOMÁRO NIMANTRAŃA CHILO SÁDARE ÁSO NI EKHAN ELE DUHKHERI MÁJHE RAUNGE RÁUNGÁ PHULERI SÁJE
JABE UCCHAL CHILO JIIVANER DIN ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ JABE UCCHAL CHILO JIIVANER DIN NECECHI GEYECHI BÁJIE PRÁŃER BIIN NÁNÁ RÁGE RÁGINITE TÁLE LAYE SHONÁTE TOMÁRE ELE MOR NILAYE TAKHAN ÁSONI TUMI ELE EKHAN JABE ÁMI JHARÁ PHULE DHULIR NIICE. RAUNGE RÁUNGÁ PHULERI SÁJE
TOMÁRE CEYE CHILUM PUŚPAVANE RAUNGE RÁUNGÁ PHULERI SÁJE
Translation
O Lord, I wanted You in the floral garden, with colourful decoration of flowers. You do not come, do not listen to me, why I do not know. You were guest at the festival in my home, series of illuminations were day and night. You were also most respectfully invited. But You did not come, came now within my sorrows. When the days in my life were vibrant, I was dancing singing and playing heartfelt music, in diverse tunes melodies and rhythms for Your listening, at my home. Then You did not come and came when I fell like a whithered flower below the dust.
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