PS 3978
DHARE RA'KHA' JA'YNI SAKHA'
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
DHARE RÁKHÁ JÁY NI SAKHÁ SHONÁLII MOR DIN GULI
RAUNGA BERAUNGER DIN GULI KATAK KÁINCÁ KATAK TÁJÁ KATAK BHÁŚÁ VARŃÁLII SHONÁLI MOR DIN GULI
RAUNGA CHILO ARUŃODAYER ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ RAUNGA CHILO ARUŃODAYER SUPRABHÁTER SÚRYÁLOKER RAUNGA CHILO TAPANÁSTER CÁNDER HÁSI PRADOŚERA GELO UŔE KHÁNCÁ CHEŔE POŚÁ PÁKHIR KÁKALI SHONÁLII MOR DIN GULI
RAUNGA CHILO MOR RÁG RÁGINIIR ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ RAUNGA CHILO MOR RÁG RÁGINIIR RAUNGA CHILO ANÁHATER DHVANIR MUKTÁKÁSHER MUKTA VÁŃIIR DRPTA PRÁŃE JÁ DIIPÁVALII SHONÁLII MOR DIN GULI
DHARE RÁKHÁ JÁY NI SAKHÁ SHONÁLI MOR DIN GULI
Translation
O Friend, it is not possible to keep holding my golden days. Those colourful days somewhat tender, somewhat fresh, somewhat spectrum of language. Crimson colour of sunlight was there, with morning illumination. There was colour of evening after sunset with smile of the moon. And chirping of those pet birds that flew leaving the cage. There were colours in my tunes and melodies, also of the internal sound heard in meditation, also of materialized message of free sky, illuminated life or festivity of light.
Thoughts
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