PS 3827
MAHA'NIIRADHIR OPA'R HATE
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
MAHÁ NIIRAVADHIR OPÁR HOTE AJÁNÁ KON SE SUR BHESE ÁSE
BÁDHÁ VIPATTIR BHÁUNGIÁ PRÁCIIR MARME CHUNTE MOR KARŃE PASHE KON SE SUR BHESE ÁSE
PRABHÁTER ARUŃÁLOTE PÚRVA RÁGE GÁY SE DÚRER SURE PHUL PARÁGE MANER GAHAN KOŃE NIBHRITE JEGE BOLE JÁY SE ÁMÁY BHÁLOBÁSE KON SE SUR BHESE ÁSE
SANDHYÁ RÁGER SHEŚE PRADOŚA BELÁY BOLE MORE BÁNDHÁ CHINŔE ÁY CALE ÁY BASE ÁCHI ÁNIYÁCHI SHONÁLI BELÁY SE CÁNDER HÁSI JÁHÁ TRIDASHE MESHE KON SE SUR BHESE ÁSE
MAHÁ NIIRAVADHIR OPÁR HOTE AJÁNÁ KON SE SUR BHESE ÁSE
Translation
Crossing the great ocean from beyond the unknown arena, which unknown melody is coming? Breaking the walls of obstructions and adversities, it enters the ears and touches the core of the heart. It sings in the purva melody during the crimson effulgence of the morning. Coming from distance with the melody of floral fragrance, in isolation, in the deep recess of the mind, rising it goes on telling that He loves me. In the evening melody at the end of afternoon, He tells me to come breaking the bondages. I am sitting awaiting bringing the golden time. That is smile of the moon where the heaven merges.
Thoughts
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