PS 4872
GHUMA'YE THEKO NA' A'R JA'GA TVARA' A'RTA MA'NAVATA'
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
GHUMÁYE THEKO NÁ ÁR JÁGO TVARÁ ÁRTA MÁNAVATÁ D́ÁK DIYE JÁY D́EKE JÁY
NÚTANER ÁHVÁNE DÁO GO SÁŔÁ BADHIR HOE THEKO NÁ E RÁUNGÁ UŚÁR ÁRTA MÁNAVATÁ D́ÁK DIYE JÁY D́EKE JÁY
CALA CAINCALA TAVA ÁNKHI CHALA CHALA KENO CALA CAINCALA TAVA ÁNKHI CHALA CHALA KENO CALA CAINCALA TAVA ÁNKHI CHALA CHALA KENO ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
CALA CAINCALA TAVA ÁNKHI CHALA CHALA KENO MARAŃER KAPOLE JIIVAN KÁNDICHE JENO SVARŃIM SAEKAT BHÁT́ÁY NIIRAV KENO ÁTMÁR ÁKUTI KOTHÁ MURCHÁY ÁRTA MÁNAVATÁ D́ÁK DIYE JÁY D́EKE JÁY
JE DIN CALIÁ GECHE SE DIN ÁR ÁSIBE NÁ JE DIN CALIÁ GECHE SE DIN ÁR ÁSIBE NÁ JE DIN CALIÁ GECHE SE DIN ÁR ÁSIBE NÁ ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
JE DIN CALIÁ GECHE SE DIN ÁR ÁSIBE NÁ JE DIN RAHECHE HÁTHE AVAHELÁ KARIO NÁ PRATYAYE PRATIITI RUPE JHALAKÁY ÁRTA MÁNAVATÁ D́ÁK DIYE JÁY D́EKE JÁY
GHUMÁYE THEKO NÁ ÁR JÁGO TVARÁ ÁRTA MÁNAVATÁ D́ÁK DIYE JÁY D́EKE JÁY
Translation
Do not stay sleeping any more, wake up quickly. The afflicted humanity, goes on calling. At the call of the new, respond. Do not remain deaf on this colourful morning. Why the restless eyes of yours are full of tears, like the crying life on the dead cheek. The tide on the golden sand is silent, why the earnestness of the soul is stupefied? The day that has passed would not come again. The day left in hands should not be ignored. Thinking who would come and who would not, do not cry any more. The realization of conviction shines in form.
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