PS 5001
BHA'LOVESECHILE TUMI KON GUN'A DEKHIYA' AMA'TE ATHAVA'
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Roman script
BHÁLOBESECHILE TUMI KON GUŃA DEKHIÁ ÁMÁTE KON GUŃA DEKHIÁ ÁMÁTE
ATHAVÁ ELE PATH BHULE KIMVÁ KON KICHU KÁJETE KON GUŃA DEKHIÁ ÁMÁTE KON GUŃA DEKHIÁ ÁMÁTE
SHIITER UTTURE HAOÁ KAY ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ SHIITER UTTURE HAOÁ KAY BHÚL TAVA HOIVÁR NAY ELE KI KARITE PARICAY ATHAVÁ MISHITE OTAHPROTE KON GUŃA DEKHIÁ ÁMÁTE KON GUŃA DEKHIÁ ÁMÁTE
MADHUMÁSE KISHALAY KAYE D́EKE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ MADHUMÁSE KISHALAY KAYE D́EKE SE PATHIK JÁNE JE TOMÁKE TOMÁR PRATIT́I AŃU AŃUKE BHÁLOBÁSO SE JÁNÁRAI SHROTE KON GUŃA DEKHIÁ ÁMÁTE KON GUŃA DEKHIÁ ÁMÁTE
Translation
O Lord, You loved me, what deserving good quality did You see in me or did You come missing the way or was it with some purpose? The northern wind of the winter tells that there cannot be any mistake by You. Did You come for acquientence or for merging individually and collectively? The tender leaves of the spring month tells calling, “ the traveler knows you well, each atom of yours”. Knowing the origin, you love Him.
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