PS 4311
KON AJA'NA' DESHER MADIRA'VESHER BHA'VE BHESECHILO
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Lyrics
Roman script
KON AJÁNÁ DESHER MADIRÁVESHER BHÁVE BHESECHILO MAN ÁMÁR
PRABHÁT KIRAŃE HASITA HIRAŃE ÁLO ENECHILO KI SAMÁHÁR BHÁVE BHESECHILO MAN ÁMÁR
SE DINER KATHÁ ÁJO MANE ÁCHE SHATA KLESHA DUHKHE SMRITI NÁ MUCHECHE UTTÁL VISHÁD SINDHU MÁJHE JEGE ÁCHE SMRITI APÁR BHÁVE BHESECHILO MAN ÁMÁR
ÁR KEU JÁNE NÁ SE ANUBHÚTI AŃUR MÁJHÁRE BHUMÁR PRATIITI BRIHADEŚAŃÁ PREŚITA PRIITI RÁGÁTMIKÁR SE SUDHÁ SÁR BHÁVE BHESECHILO MAN ÁMÁR
KON AJÁNÁ DESHER MADIRÁVESHER BHÁVE BHESECHILO MAN ÁMÁR
Translation
With intoxicating impulse of feelings, into which unknown arena, my mind goes on floating? What a collection of smiling golden light with morning rays, You have brought? The affairs of that day are present in the mind even today. Hundreds of memories of pains and pleasures does not get wiped. Amidst the high ocean of agonies, those unlimited memories are still awakened. No body else knows that feeling. The appearance of cosmic amidst microcosm. That essence of essence, a love with total surrender, inspired by the will for the great.
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