PS 4023
JE GA'N A'MA'R PHURIYE GECHE TA'RI RA'SE
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
JE GÁN ÁMÁR PHURIYE GECHE TÁRI RESHE BENCE ÁCHI JE SUR ANANTE BHESECHE TÁ’TE METE NECE CALECHI TÁRI RESHE BENCE ÁCHI
ÁLOR HOTE UTSÁRITA ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ ÁLOR HOTE UTSÁRITA SE SUR CHILO OTAH PROTAH HOY NIKO T́A DRŚT́IGATA TABU TÁ RE SEDHE GECHI TÁRI RESHE BENCE ÁCHI
CUPISÁ’RE MALAY VÁ’TE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ CUPISÁ’RE MALAY VÁ’TE RAUNGIIN RÁTER SVAPANETE SHUNIYE GELO MOR SHRUTITE SE SUR ÁCHE KÁCHÁKÁCHI TÁRI RESHE BENCE ÁCHI
JE GÁN ÁMÁR PHURIYE GECHE TÁRI RESHE BENCE ÁCHI
Translation
With the trace of the song that concluded I keep myself alive.
In the frenzy of the melody that floats towards infinity I keep dancing.
I practised individually and collectively present melodies that emanated from effulgence. Although I had not noticed them before I had already been playing them.
Silently, through the sandal breeze and the colourful dream of the night they were whispered into my ears. These melodies still linger on inside me.
Thoughts
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