PS 4731
MOR MANER MAYU'R MAHA'NABHE BHESE JA'Y YA'Y
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Roman script
MOR MANER MAYÚR MAHÁNABHE BHESE JÁY JÁY, JÁY, JÁY
NAKŚATRE TÁRAKÁ BHEDI ULKÁ GRAHA NIIHÁRIKÁ CHEDI ANANTA PÁNE CÁY MAHÁNABHE BHESE JÁY JÁY, JÁY, JÁY
BÁDHÁ DIYE CHILO JATA SAḾSKÁRA PATH RODHE CHILO JAD́ÁNDHAKÁR BOLE CHILO JATA PRIYAJANA ÁMÁR JÁO KON AJÁNÁY MAHÁNABHE BHESE JÁY JÁY, JÁY, JÁY
THÁKABE NÁ KONO SHOŚAŃA VRTTI KAOLINYA YASHER PRÁPTI VITTER BALE PRATIPATTI MAYUR MÁNENI TÁI VIRÁM VIHIN SE MAYUR ÁR PICHE KABHU NÁ TÁKÁY. MAHÁNABHE BHESE JÁY JÁY, JÁY, JÁY
MOR MANER MAYÚR MAHÁNABHE BHESE JÁY JÁY, JÁY, JÁY
Translation
My inner peacock soars into the great beyond piercing the starscape breaking past meteors and planets and nebula longing for infinity.
Past the samskaras that bind blocking the path in the lazy darkness.
Everyone asked: "my dear one to which unknown place are You going?"
There will be no more exploitation no attachment to high birth and fame.
This peacock gives no importance to wealth and honour. Moving ahead without pause
it never looks back.
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