PS 4650
A'J GA'NER SURE DHARA'KE BA'NDHO
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
ÁJ GÁNER SURE DHARÁKE BÁNDHO HIINATÁR HOK CIRÁVASÁN
ÁJ, RÁGE RUPE GANDHA NIIPE IISHÁN ÁSUN BÁJIE VIŚÁNŃA HIINATÁ HOKO CIRÁVASÁN
KAMPRAVÁTE KÁNPUK ÁKÁSHA MANTRERI ÁGHATE CIDÁKÁSHA MEGHE MÁKHÁ OI MAHÁKASHA KALÁPE DIK PRÁŃER PRAMÁŃ HIINATÁ HOKO CIRÁVASÁN
ÁJ, JÁSANE TORÁ BÁHIRE GHARE BHULE JÁ BHEDA ÁTMA PARER MUKTÁ JAT́Á GAUNGÁDHARER TÁND́AVA ÁNE RUDRÁBHIYÁN HIINATÁ HOKO CIRÁVASÁN
ÁJ GÁNER SURE DHARÁKE BÁNDHO HIINATÁ HOKO CIRÁVASÁN
Translation
Today with the songs and melodies, You charm the world so that shortage ends permanently. Today, with beauty, colour and fragrance, The Shiva is coming blowing the long horn. With violent wind, the sky is shaking, and the firmament of the mind is vibrating with the knock of mantra. That sky is enveloped with clouds, and the evidence of life is shown by the peacock’s raised tail. Today along with that, you forget the distinction of own and alien, inside and outside. With flowing lock of hairs of the Ganga’dhar, Shiva, His Ta’nd’ava dance your expedition starts.
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