PS 4219
SEI JYOTSNA' NISHIITHE CHILA
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
SEI JYOTSNÁ NISHIITHE CILO BALÁKÁR SAMÁHÁR TÁRÁ KOTHÁY BHESE CALECHILO CHILO TÁRÁ KOTHÁKÁR
SEI JYOTSNÁ NISHIITHE CILO BALÁKÁR SAMÁHÁR CHILO SÁDÁ BHELÁ SAMA MEGHERÁ ACENÁ ÁGANTUKA CHILO CAKORER GHORÁ PHERÁ
TÁRÁ CÁNDE PETE UNMUKHA ÁMI SEI PARIVESHE BASIYÁ GENTHECHI JUTHIIR HÁR
SEI JYOTSNÁ NISHIITHE CILO BALÁKÁR SAMÁHÁR SETHÁ BHESE ESECHILO DHVANI KÁR VEŃUKÁR SUDHÁ SVAR MOR KEMPE CHILO SHIRA
DHAMANII TÁR NIKKANE THAR THARA ÁMI HÁRÁLÁM NABHO NIILE KHULIYÁ MANER DVÁR SEI JYOTSNÁ NISHIITHE CILO BALÁKÁR SAMÁHÁR
Translation
On that moonlit night, there was congregation of swans. Where they went gliding, what happened to them? The white clouds like boats were there as unrecognised guest. There was encircling round of cakor bird as they got the moon in front. Sitting under that environment, I was threading garland of juhii flowers. Whose nectar like sound from the flute they heard to come gliding? That ankle bell melody vibrated shivering my veins and arteries. I was lost into the blue sky opening the doors of my mind.
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