PS 3720
EI TAMASA'Y BHARA' BARAS'A'Y
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
EI, TAMASÁY BHARÁ VARAŚÁY MAN MOR BHESE JÁY SAGHAN SHYÁMALIMÁY VEŃUKÁ VANER SUŚAMÁY EI, TAMASÁY BHARÁ VARAŚÁY
SE PRIYA KI ÁSIBE NÁ BÁNSURI BÁJÁBE NÁ ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ SE PRIYA KI ÁSIBE NÁ BÁNSURI BÁJÁBE NÁ NARMA YAMUNÁ JALE MARMA DOLÁBE NÁ SUR SAPTAKE VIIŃÁ JHAUNKÁRE MÁTÁBE NÁ EKEO KII PRIITI BOLÁ JÁY EI, TAMASÁY BHARÁ VARAŚÁY
BÁHIRE BÁDAL JHARE TANDRÁ BHÁUNGÁR SURE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ BÁHIRE BÁDAL JHARE TANDRÁ BHÁUNGÁR SURE SABÁR AGOCARE GHARE MOR ÁNKHI JHARE SIKTA JAL DHÁRÁY VIVIKTA CARÁCARE MOR PÁNE KE BÁ PHIRE JÁY EI, TAMASÁY BHARÁ VARAŚÁY
Translation
In this rainy time full of darkness my mind floats on in the beauty of the deep green bamboo grove.
I wonder whether that beloved one of mine will come or not.
I wonder whether He will play the flute or not. I wonder whether He will stir the depth of the soft Yamuna river water. Will He not enchant me
by tinkling melodious notes on the lyre?
I wonder whether to consider this real love?
Outside, clouds outpour in awakening tunes. Inside my home, unseen tears are pouring from my eyes.
Flooded by the flow of water my whole world has become isolated. Will He ever again return?
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In the staticity of rainfall my mind floats to the deep green vegetation and enjoys the beauty of the cane forest.
Will my beloved not come and play His flute? By the banks of the Yamuna river to my delight? The scale of the seven notes my mind enjoys the flow like this. I wonder if to consider this real love?
Outside it is raining and the sound of that rain shatters my drowsiness. Unknown to all, inside my house tears are flowing from my eyes.
Thoughts
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