PS 4877
SANKIIRN'ATA' BHOLA BHUVANER DVA'RA KHOLA NIMNE
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
SAḾKIIRŃATÁ BHOLO BHUVANER DVÁR KHOLO
NIMNE DHARAŃII ÚRDDHVE ÁKÁSHA CEYE DEKHO ÁNKHI MELO BHUVANER DVÁR KHOLO
BADDHA GHARETE GHUMÁIÁ CHILE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ BADDHA GHARETE GHUMÁIÁ CHILE DVÁR VÁTÁYAN RUDDHA ÁGALE ÁLOK VÁTÁS LÁGENI KAPÁLE BOLO NIKO DIIP JVÁLO BHUVANER DVÁR KHOLO
JHAT́IKÁGHÁTE GHAR BHEUNGE GECHE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ JHAT́IKÁGHÁTE GHAR BHEUNGE GECHE MOHER SVAPNA SUDÚRE SARECHE TAMASÁR NISHÁ PRABHÁT HOECHE ARUŃ DUÁRE ELO BHUVANER DVÁR KHOLO
SAḾKIIRŃATÁ BHOLO BHUVANER DVÁR KHOLO
Translation
Forget narrowness, and open the door of the world. Down below is earth, up above, is the sky. See these, opening the eyes. You were sleeping in closed house, keeping the doors and windows closed with bolts. No light or air toches the head, and did not even ask to kindle the lamp. Stuck by storm, the house broke. The dream of infatuation moved away. The night of darkness has become morning, the sun came at the door.
Thoughts
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