PST 0654 - Toma lagi mor mane kata vyatha
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PST 0654 - Toma lagi mor mane kata vyatha
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Tomá lági mor mane kata vyathá
Tumi ki bujhite cáo ná
Háráye giyeche nayanera mańi
Tumi ki dekhiyá dekho ná
Áṋkhipáte mor nid náhi áche
Kata jug geche káṋdiyá
Parashamańi go kena dúre theke
Pulake calecho hásiyá
Mor mane eso mor vyathá bojha
Ár akaruńa theko ná
Caliyá giyáche baṋdhuyá ámár
Kon se jhaŕera ráte
Buk bheuṋge jáy dáruńa vyatháy
Smrti bhará vedanáte
Mor páshe baso priiti bhare háso
Ár abhimán karo ná
Due to You, so much pain is in my mind;
This fact, don't You want to recognize?
Gone is the apple of my eye;
Seeing that, how are You blind?
On my eyelids there's no sleep;
So much time is passed in weeping.
Stone of Philosophers, why be distant,
After You've come smiling, imparting a thrill?
Enter my mind, and sense my pain;
No longer remain inhumane.
You went away, my Friend and Lover—
What a night of storms was that!
My heart is breaking from the agony;
My grief is filled with memories.
Sit by my side, and smile tenderly;
No longer hurt my feelings.