PS 4347
SAMBITA ESECHE A'RO KA'CHE TARUN' ARUN' HESE
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
SAMVIT ESECHE ÁRO KÁCHE TARUŃA ARUŃ HESE SVÁGATA JÁNÁY KUÁSHÁ KET́ECHE PHUL PHUT́ECHE ÁRO KONO BÁDHÁ NEI HÁSI KHUSHI UPACÁY HÁSI KHUSHI UPACÁY
YUGÁNTARER GLÁNI SARIÁ GECHE NIRBÁDHA ÁNANDE MADHUP METECHE BHALO LÁGÁ BHÁLOBÁSÁ EKE MISHECHE ÁR PALA GONÁ NAY SE PATHIK D́EKE JÁY HÁSI KHUSHI UPACÁY
BELÁ JUTHI BAKUL SUVÁSE BHESECHE MÁNUŚER MANJUŚÁ BHARE UT́HECHE KÁLA MRIGTRIŚŃIKÁ HÁRIE GECHE VÁTÁYAN KHULE SHONO MÁNAVATÁ GÁN GÁY HÁSI KHUSHI UPACÁY
Translation
The consciousness came closer. The rising sun smiles showing welcome. The fog passed flowers bloomed, there is no other obstruction, the joy and pleasure are produced. The agonies of eras are removed, with unhindered joy, the bees are frenzied. The likings and love merge in one, there is no more counting of moments, the traveler calls so. The fragrance of bela’, juhii and bakul floats. The caskets of human beings have been filled. The annihilating mirage is defeated. Opening the balcony, listen, the humanity is singing songs.
Thoughts
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