PS 4735
VALA'KA'R DALA CALE JA'Y KON DESHAPA'NE KE JA'NE
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
BALÁKÁR DALA CAL E JÁY KON DESHA PÁNE KE JÁNE KOTHÁ HOTE ESE, KOTHÁ JÁY BHESE
KON ALAKÁR T́ÁNE UTTAR MERU DAKŚIŃ MERU KIMVÁ GOBI SAHÁRAR MARU SHIITE NIŚPATRA JETHÁY TARU SETHÁ HOTE KOTHÁ ACINE KOTHÁ HOTE ESE, KOTHÁ JÁY BHESE
SÁGAR PÁRE KON SE MITRA COKHE ÁNKE DÚR RAUNGIIN CITRA TÁI DINE RÁTE TAME ACHIDRA D́ÁNÁ MELE ÁCHE GAGANE KOTHÁ HOTE ESE, KOTHÁ JÁY BHESE
BALÁKÁR DALA CAL E JÁY KON DESHA PÁNE KE JÁNE KOTHÁ HOTE ESE, KOTHÁ JÁY BHESE
Translation
A flock of swans soars into the sky. Who knows to which land they’re flying? Who knows from where they come where they go and which heaven pulls them?
There are mountains in the north mountains in the south and deserts like Gobi and Sahara where in winter the trees are bare places that are unknown.
Beyond the ocean in the eyes of which faraway friend does their colourful image appear?
Day and night even in perfect darkness they spread their wings to the heavens.
Thoughts
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