PS 4778
ARUN'A ESECHE RANG BHESECHE
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
ARUŃ ESECHE RAUNGA BHESECHE PHUL HESECHE GULBÁGICÁY
OGO BEDARADII ÁSBE YADI THÁKO NIRAVADHI DIL GÁLICÁY PHUL HESECHE GULBÁGICÁY
ÁKÁSHERI CÁNDA JALERI JOÁR DÚRE HOLEO BHÁSE EKÁKÁR NAOROJER GUL DILERI BULBUL TEMANI KHUD KISMATI PETE CÁY PHUL HESECHE GULBÁGICÁY
KÁNT́Á NEI MOR BASRÁ GULE BHÁTÁ NEI JOÁRERI JALE THÁKATE SE CÁY, CHANDE DULE PRIITIR PAYODHIR D́HEUERI DOLÁY PHUL HESECHE GULBÁGICÁY
ARUŃ ESECHE RAUNGA BHESECHE PHUL HESECHE GULBÁGICÁY
Translation
The morning sun comes and colour scatters, the flowers smile in the floral garden. O the Merciless, if You would come, stay constantly, on the carpet of heart. The moon of the sky and tides in water, though distant, float in unison. The festive flower of the new year is given by the nightingale, like that want to obtain good luck. In my basra’ flower, there is no thorn, in the water of tide, there is no recess, they want to stay swinging to the rhythm, oscillating on the waves of the ocean of love.
Thoughts
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