PS 3955
BHUBAN BHARIYA' KEGO ELE
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
BHUVAN BHARIÁ KE GO ELE ELE EI SHÁRAD PRÁTE
SHUBHRA JYOTSNÁLOKE MAN MÁTÁLE MÁTÁLE SHEFÁLI GANDHE ELE EI SHÁRAD PRÁTE
DHARAŃI D́HÁKIYÁ DILE KUSHE KÁSHE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ DHARAŃI D́HÁKIYÁ DILE KUSHE KÁSHE SHYÁMAL DHÁNER KŚETE SHIIŚE SHIIŚE CETANÁ JÁGÁLE SAMVITE ÁSHIŚE ÁNITE SONÁLII PRABHÁTE ELE EI SHÁRAD PRÁTE
NEI KONO T́ÁNÁ T́ÁNI HÁNÁ HÁNI ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ NEI KONO T́ÁNÁ T́ÁNI HÁNÁ HÁNI SÁDÁ MEGH DEY ÁŔÁLE HÁTACHÁNI KE PAR KE ÁPANÁR NÁHI MÁNI BHESE JÁY ASHEŚA SHROTE ELE EI SHÁRAD PRÁTE
BHUVAN BHARIÁ KE GO ELE ELE EI SHÁRAD PRÁTE
Translation
Who has come satiating the world on this winter morning, intoxicating the mind, with bright moonlight and fragrance of shefa’lii flower. He has covered the earth with tall flowering grass and with corns of rice in green paddy fields. He awakened awareness with consciousness and blessings and brought golden morning. There is struggle or killing, the white clouds call with gesture from behind. Who is own and who are others, without that consideration, I go on floating into the infinite stream.
Thoughts
Saved only in this browser.