4471 (09/11/1988) K


JE GÁN TOMÁKE SHONÁI
TUMI KI SHONO NÁ PRIYA

MARME JE UDGIITA
SE KI AVAHELANIIYA
TUMI KI SHONO NÁ PRIYA

JE KUSUM DHARÁY PHUT́ECHE
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
JE KUSUM DHARÁY PHUT́ECHE
SURABHI D́HELE CALECHE
SE JAKHAN DHULÁY KÁNDICHE
SE KI VISMARAŃIIYA
TUMI KI SHONO NÁ PRIYA

RÚPE RASE BHARE MORE
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
RÚPE RASE BHARE MORE
YADI DÁO RIKTA KARE
SE VIGATA RIKTHARE
ANURODHA SMARAŃE NIO
TUMI KI SHONO NÁ PRIYA

JE GÁN TOMÁKE SHONÁI
TUMI KI SHONO NÁ PRIYA







O Dear Lord, the song that I sing to You, do not You hear that? That which originated from
the core of the heart, is it to be neglected? The flower that blooms on the earth, and
goes on pouring the fragrance, if that cries in dust, is it to be forgotten? Having filled
me with beauty and flow, if You give empty hands, then remember the request of that lost
wealth.