PS 4972
VEN'UKA'Y KE SE VA'JIYE CALECHE VALA DISHA' A'LOKITA
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Roman script
VEŃUKÁY, KE SE BÁJIE CALECHE, BOLO KE SE BÁJIE CALECHE BOLO
DISHÁ ÁLOKITA HOLO MAYUR NECE UT́HILO YAMUNÁR JAL CHAL CHALO ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ KE SE BÁJIE CALECHE BOLO
KE SE AJÁNÁ PATHIK NIIP TARU TALE ELO OŚT́HÁDHARE HÁSI BHUVAN BHARIÁ DILO KÁLA BODHA? BHULÁILO GUŃÁGUŃA SARÁILO ÁNANDE SABE UCCHALO KE SE BÁJIE CALECHE BOLO
BOLE KEU PAR NÁI SABÁRE BÁNSHII SHUNÁI RÁGE RÁUNGÁ MOR HÁSI BOLE SABE BHÁLOBÁSI SABE ESO MOR KÁCHE PHELE SAB KICHU PICHU SABÁRE T́ÁNI JE PRATI PALO ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ KE SE BÁJIE CALECHE BOLO
VEŃUKÁY, KE SE BÁJIE CALECHE, BOLO KE SE BÁJIE CALECHE BOLO
Translation
Who continues to play the flute, tell me. The directions are illuminated, the peacock started dancing, the water in the river Yamuna’ is overflown. Who is that unknown Traveler, who has come under the niip tree? With smile on lips, He has filled the world. He made forget the awareness of time, and removed the consideration of qualities, all are overwhelmed with joy. He told no one is alien, and He would play the flute for all. Coloring my smile, He told that He loved all. All come close to me, leaving everything behind, as He pulled all each moment.
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