PS 4840
TOMA'R DEOYA' JAYER MA'LA' JAYER MA'LA' PUS'PE
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
TOMÁR DEOÁ JAYER MÁLÁ JAYER MÁLÁ
PUŚPE PUŚPE KÁNT́Á BHARÁ ÁCHE DAHAN/ BENDHÁR? JVÁLÁ JAYER MÁLÁ
D́ÁN HÁT DIYE JÁ TUMI DÁO ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ D́ÁN HÁT DIYE JÁ TUMI DÁO BÁN HÁTE PHIRIYE NÁO YASH AESHVRYE JAKHAN MÁTÁO MAN KARO UTALÁ JAYER MÁLÁ
BHOLÁO KATA KHELONÁ DIYE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ BHOLÁO KATA KHELONÁ DIYE SÁJÁO RÁJ POSHÁK PARIYE NÁCÁO TÁLE CHANDE LAYE ABODHYA E LIILÁ JAYER MÁLÁ
TOMÁR DEOÁ JAYER MÁLÁ JAYER MÁLÁ
Translation
O Lord, the victory garland given by You is full of thorns in each flower, causing burning/ piercing pain. Whatever You give with right hand, You take back with Your left hand. When You intoxicate with fame and power, You make the mind mad. You delude by giving many toys, and decorate with royal adornments, make one dance to the rhythms, beats and melodies, this illusive game, liila’, is hard to understand.
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