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TUMI YADI MOR NÁHI ELE PRIYA,
VRTHÁI ÁMÁR GHAR BÁNDHÁ
VRTHÁI ÁMÁR GHAR BÁNDHÁ

VRTHÁ CALÁR PATHE ÁLPANÁ ÁNKÁ
VRTHÁI SVÁGATA SUR SÁDHÁ
VRTHÁI ÁMÁR GHAR BÁNDHÁ
VRTHÁI ÁMÁR GHAR BÁNDHÁ

JAKHAN JÁHÁKE BOLITE SHUNECHI,
ÁÁ
JAKHAN JÁHÁKE BOLITE SHUNECHI,
TOMÁR KATHÁ TÁRNIKAT́E GEYECHI
SÁGRAHE TÁR KÁCHE SHUDHÁYECHI
BOLO SE PRIYA MOR THÁKE KOTHÁ
VRTHÁI ÁMÁR GHAR BÁNDHÁ
VRTHÁI ÁMÁR GHAR BÁNDHÁ

SABÁI BOLECHE SE PRIYA RAYECHE,
ÁÁ
SABÁI BOLECHE SE PRIYA RAYECHE,
MANER GAHANE LIILÁY METECHE
KABHU KÁNDIYECHE, KABHU HÁSIYECHE
SE BHALOBÁSÁ NAY CHAKE BÁNDHÁ
VRTHÁI ÁMÁR GHAR BÁNDHÁ
VRTHÁI ÁMÁR GHAR BÁNDHÁ

TUMI YADI MOR NÁHI ELE PRIYA,
VRTHÁI ÁMÁR GHAR BÁNDHÁ
VRTHÁI ÁMÁR GHAR BÁNDHÁ


O Dear, if You do not come, useless is my home construction. Waste is my sketching of
welcome mark, a’lpana on Your arrival path, and my rehearsing of welcome melody.
Whenever I hear someone speaking about You, I went near him and prayerfully enquired him,
where was my Dear. All tell that the Dear stays in the depth of the mind, engrossed in the
illusive game, liila’. Sometimes making one cry, sometimes making one smile, and that is
love, not bondage of planned game.



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