PS 3903
MANDRITA A'KA'SHE VALA'KA'RA' BHA'SE
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Roman script
MANDRITA ÁKÁSHE, BALÁKÁRÁ BHÁSE SAḾGIITA CHÚT́E JÁY MAN MOR TÁRE CHUNTE DHÁY
ALAKŚITA KARE VIIŃÁR JHAUNKÁRE PALE PALE MIIŔA JÁGÁY MAN MOR TÁRE CHUNTE DHÁY
EKELÁ CALE ESO? KE KOTHÁY ÁCHO BHAVE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ EKELÁ CALE ESO? KE KOTHÁY ÁCHO BHAVE NANDITA BHUVANER MILITA ANUBHAVE JÁHÁ CHILO JÁHÁ NÁHI SAKALI HETHÁY PÁVE SHUNILE BHOLÁ NÁHI JÁY
MAN MOR TÁRE CHUNTE DHÁY
ACENÁ AJÁNÁ LOKA HOTE ÁSIÁCHI ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ ACENÁ AJÁNÁ LOKA HOTE ÁSIÁCHI PUNAH AJÁNÁR PÁNE BHÁSIYÁ CALIYÁCHI EKAI LAKŚYA CHILO, EKERE NIYEI ÁCHI SE EKE JAGAT JHALAKÁY MAN MOR TÁRE CHUNTE DHÁY
MANDRITA ÁKÁSHE, BALÁKÁRÁ BHÁSE SAḾGIITA CHÚT́E JÁY MAN MOR TÁRE CHUNTE DHÁY
Translation
In the resonant sky, the swans glide, and the music goes on rushing. My mind runs towards touching them. In the unseen hands, the tinkling of viin’a’, each moment awakes a chord. Come all alone, who else is there in the world? This is a mixed experience of the happy world. Whatever existed, whatever did not exist, in all that is found, and cannot be forgotten on hearing. Through the unknown, unrecognised arena I have come. And go on floating towards unknown again. There was only one desideratum, I am holding that alone that singular is shown as glimpses in the world.
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