PS 4647
TAMASA' KA'T'ICHE VIHAGA D'A'KICHE
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
TAMASÁ KÁT́ICHE VIHAGA D́ÁKICHE PÚRVA TORAŃE KHULICHE DVÁR ÁAÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
BÁUNGÁLISTÁN E BÁR JÁGICHE TANDRÁ GHORE THEKO NÁ ÁR JÁGO BHÁI BON TARUŃ SUJAN BHÁUNGO ÁJIKÁR E KÁRÁGÁR PÚRVA TORAŃE KHULICHE DVÁR ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
BHAGIIRATH SAGARE DIYE CENCHE VIJAY SINGHA SHASHÁUNKE MUCHE JAYANTA SHÚRE PHELE REKHE NIICE ITIHÁS RACANÁ HOBE KÁR PÚRVA TORAŃE KHULICHE DVÁR ÁAÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
PURVA SÚRII JÁ SHURU KARE CHILO TÁR DÁYITVA TOMÁDER ELO BAUNGÁLISTÁNER SHIKHÁ UJJVAL JVÁLÁIÁ RÁKHO DURNIVÁR PÚRVA TORAŃE KHULICHE DVÁR ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
TAMASÁ KÁT́ICHE VIHAGA D́ÁKICHE PÚRVA TORAŃE KHULICHE DVÁR ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
Translation
The darkness is over, the birds are calling, and the eastern door is open for welcome. Bengalistan is awakening this time, do not remain in deep drowsiness. Wake up brothers, sisters, and young gentlemen, break today this prison. Forgetting Bhagirath and Sagar, erasing Vijoy Singha and Shashaunka, dropping the brave Jayanta, whose history will be written? What was started by ancestors, their responsibility came to you. Keep the difficult brilliant flame of Bengalistan alive.
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