PS 4848
KATHA' DIYE KENA NA'HI ELE JE BHA'LOVA'SE TA'RE KENA
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
KATHÁ DIYE KENO NÁHI ELE JE BHÁLOBÁSE TÁRE KENO BHULILE
CHINNA VIIŃÁY SUR KENDE JÁY SE DHVANI ÁMÁR KÁNE KENO BÁJÁLE JE BHÁLOBÁSE TÁRE KENO BHULILE
JE DYUTI NIVIÁ GECHE DÚR NABHE ATIITE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ JE DYUTI NIVIÁ GECHE DÚR NABHE ATIITE JE GIITI HÁRÁYE GECHE PHELE ÁSÁ TITHITE JE SMRITI BHÁSE ÁJO MARMER VIITHITE SE MÁLÁ BHOLE NÁ JÁRE PARECHO GALE JE BHÁLOBÁSE TÁRE KENO BHULILE
PAL ANUPAL JÁY VARŚA BAHIÁ JÁY ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ PAL ANUPAL JÁY VARŚA BAHIÁ JÁY MAHÁKÁLE KONO KICHU THEME JETE NÁHI CÁY SE KÁRAŃE ÁMÁRE KI BHULIÁ GIÁCHO HÁY NIKAT́E ESE JÁO MORE BALE JE BHÁLOBÁSE TÁRE KENO BHULILE
KATHÁ DIYE KENO NÁHI ELE JE BHÁLOBÁSE TÁRE KENO BHULILE
Translation
O Lord, having given word, why did not You come? He who loves You, why have You forgotten him? The tune of the broken viin’a’ goes on crying, that sound why did You play in my ears? The light that extinguished in distant sky in the past, the song that is lost ignoring date of return, that memory appears even today in the lane of the core. That garland which You wore around Your neck, does not forget You. Moments after moments pass and rains flow. In that Grand Time, nothing wants to stay. Is it due to that reason, that You have forgotten me, alas? Coming close tell me that.
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