PS 3909
NIIL SAROVARE DINAKARA
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
NIIL SAROVARE DINAKAR KARE PHUT́E CHILO EK SARORUHA
CÁY NI SE KONO VITTA VIBHAVA PRATIŚT́HÁ YASHA SAMÁROHA PHUT́E CHILO EK SARORUHA
DULITO DODUL DOLE SE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ DULITO DODUL DOLE SE UŚÁR URMI ÁVESHE NÁCITO CHANDE MOHANÁNANDE EKÁNTE RASA RABHASE KEU, CENE NI TÁHÁRE JÁNENI TÁHÁRE DEKHE NI TÁHÁR UHAVOHA
PHUT́E CHILO EK SARORUHA CHUT́E ELO JHAŔA ULKÁ PRALAY ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ CHUT́E ELO JHAŔA ULKÁ PRALAY KŚUDRA JIIVANE TÁKI TÁR SAY ELO KÁLO CHÁYÁ KUHELIKÁ MÁYÁ NÁMILO AKÁLE DUHSAMAY MÁNUŚER HÁTE JIGHÁNSÁ SÁTHE DILO TÁRE DUHKHA DUHSAHA CHENŔÁ MRIŃÁLER JVÁLÁ DÁHA PHUT́E CHILO EK SARORUHA
NIIL SAROVARE DINAKAR KARE PHUT́E CHILO EK SARORUHA
Translation
One lotus bloomed in the blue pond with the ray of sun. It does not want any riches or wealth, or even grand assemblage of prestige and fame. Those who oscillate on the swings with the impulse of morning waves, they dance with charming bliss rhythmically, in isolation with the upsurge of flow. No one knows them or recognise them or see their thought waves. The annihilating meteorite come rushing, can the meagre living beings tolerate that? The dark shadow of illusive fog comes untimely bring bad period. The killing fury in hands of human beings, provide them unbearable sorrow, like burning of lotus stalk.
Thoughts
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