PS 4789
KETAKII KESHARA BHA'SIYA' CALECHE
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
KETAKII KESHAR BHÁSIÁ CALECHE VARAŚÁ SIKTA VÁY NIIP NIKUINJE PUINJE PUINJE ALI GUINJARI JÁY VARAŚÁ SIKTA VÁY
TAMÁLERI TALE TAMASÁTE DOLE KHADYOTERI MÁLÁ ATALE UCALE VEŃU VANE KEKÁ NÁCICHE UTTÁLE MEGHA MEDUR DYOTANÁY VARAŚÁ SIKTA VÁY
YAMUNÁRI JALE, BHÁT́ITE UJÁNE TÁHÁRI CHANDE METECHE ÁNAMANE BÁNSHARII MÁDHURII PRATI PALE KŚAŃE KII UCCHVÁSE UPACÁY VARAŚÁ SIKTA VÁY
KETAKII KESHAR BHÁSIÁ CALECHE VARAŚÁ SIKTA VÁY
Translation
Into the rain moist breeze, the pollen and fragrance of ketakii goes on floating. Into the niip arbor, clusters of bees go on buzzing. Below the palm trees, series of fireflies swing with inertia, high and low. In the bamboo grove, the peacock dances vigourously with gesture of soft touch of clouds. The water of the Yamuna’ river flows in upward tide, getting unmindfully frenzied at their rhythm. The sweetness of the melody of flute produces outbursts each moment.
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