PS 4863
VIS'A'DE VASUDHA' HCILA EKA' TOMA'R ABHA'VE
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
VIŚÁDE VASUDHÁ CHILO EKÁ TOMÁR ABHÁVE ÁLO HOYE CHILO KÁLO TAMAH PRABHÁVE TOMÁR ABHÁVE
ÁKÁSHETE CHILO CÁNDA CHILO SE MEGHE D́HÁKÁ ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ ÁKÁSHETE CHILO CÁNDA CHILO SE MEGHE D́HÁKÁ KÁNANE PUŚPA CHILO
CHILO NÁ GANDHE MÁKHÁ TARU SHÁKHE D́ÁKÁ BHULE GIYE CHILO KUHU KEKÁ ASHRU JHARÁTE TÁRÁ NIIRAVE TOMÁR ABHÁVE
MANER MAŃIKOT́HÁ SHÚNYA PAŔE CHILO ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ MANER MAŃIKOT́HÁ SHÚNYA PAŔE CHILO DHÚRJAT́I JAT́Á RUKŚATÁ BHARÁ CHILO PRABHÁTER ARUŃIMÁ KUÁSHAY D́HÁKÁ CHILO TUMI ELE PRÁŃA JÁGIE DILE E BHAVE TOMÁR ABHÁVE
VIŚÁDE VASUDHÁ CHILO EKÁ TOMÁR ABHÁVE
Translation
O Lord, the world was alone full of grief, in Your absence. The illumination became black under influence of inertial darkness. There was moon in the sky that is covered with cloud. There were flowers in the garden but without fragrance. The cuckoo and peacock on the branches of the tree forgot calling and cooing. They flow tears in isolation. The casket of my mind, remain vacant. The matted hair of Du’rjat’I, Lord Shiva, was dry. The crimson light of dawn was covered with fog. You came and awakened life in the earth.
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