PS 4330
D'ALUKA D'AKICHE A'J SHRAVAN'ER RA'TRI EKLA'
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
D́ÁHUK D́ÁKICHE ÁJ SHRÁVAŃER RÁTRI EKELÁ CALE EK AJÁNÁ YÁTRII
PATH CALÁ SHUDHU KÁJ NÁHI BHAYA NÁHI LÁJA NÁHI KONO DIINATÁ NÁHI SAHA YÁTRII EKELÁ CALE EK AJÁNÁ YÁTRII
VASUDHÁR BANDHAN PHELE REKHE PICHONE EGIE SE CALE JÁY ANANTA JIIVANE D́ÁKE SHATA KANT́HA MOHER ÁHVÁNE SE DEY NÁ KONO SÁŔÁ SHONO NÁ KONO ÁKUTI EKELÁ CALE EK AJÁNÁ YÁTRII
CALÁR PATHE TÁR SHEŚA NÁI SHEŚA NÁI PALA YOJANE PARIMÁPE TÁRE NÁHI PÁI CALÁR JE PARÁGATI TÁ TÁRE D́EKE JÁY NIIHÁRIKÁ TÁRAKÁ NABHAH KARE TÁR ÁRATI EKELÁ CALE EK AJÁNÁ YÁTRII
D́ÁHUK D́ÁKICHE ÁJ SHRÁVAŃER RÁTRI EKELÁ CALE EK AJÁNÁ YÁTRII
Translation
Today the gallinule calls on this rainy night. A traveler goes all alone. His only job is to move on the path. He has no fear, no shyness, no companion, no poverty. Keeping all the worldly bondages of the world behind, He moves forward into the infinite life. The infatuations call him with hundreds voices, yet he does not respond, does not listen to any earnestness. There is no end, no end to his movement path. The measurement of time and distance, cannot find him. The ultimate desideratum of his movement, goes on calling him. The nebula and stars of the sky greet him with gesture of glow.
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