PS 4345
DHU'PAKHA'NI MOR NIVE GECHE SUVA'S TA'HA'R A'JAO
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
DHUP KHÁNI MOR NIIVE GECHE SUVÁS TÁHÁR ÁJO ÁCHE
GÁNER ÁSAR BHEUNGE GECHE RESHA TÁR ÁJAO BHESE CALECHE SUVÁS TÁHÁR ÁJO ÁCHE
DÚRER BANDHU KATHÁ SHONO ÁR DÚRETE RÁKHÁ KENO EKAT́II ANURODHA MÁNO BOLO KI LIILÁ BÁKI RAYECHE SUVÁS TÁHÁR ÁJO ÁCHE
ÁDAR ÁGHÁT DILE PRACUR AHAMIKÁ KARITE CÚRA ASMITÁRE SARÁTE DÚR RUPE RÁGE TÁI LIILA ESECHE SUVÁS TÁHÁR ÁJO ÁCHE
DHUP KHÁNI MOR NIIVE GECHE SUVÁS TÁHÁR ÁJO ÁCHE
Translation
My incense pot is extinguished, but the fragrance of that still remains today. The effect of songs is broken off but its aftereffect trace still goes on floating. O The distant brother, listen to me, why have You kept me further away? Accept my only request and tell me what more illusive game remains? By providing much heavy blow, pulverize my ego. By removing far the pride, with form and colour, Your illusive game comes.
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