PS 4957
PHA'GUN' ESECHE RAUNGER A'GUN LIYE A'IGO TURA' LA'CATE CALA
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
PHÁGUN EISYECHE RAUNGER ÁGUN LIYE ÁIGO TURÁ LÁCATE CALO
NÁI KONYA BÁDHÁ LAYÁ SUR SÁDHÁ TÁL BÁNDHÁ DIVYEK PÁYER MAL ÁIGO TURÁ LÁCATE CALO
DHÁN KÁT́Á HOIBYE GELO JHÁŔÁI MÁŔÁI HOLO KIRSÁNER GHAR KE ÁIJ DEVATÁR PERSÁD EILYO
D́HUSU PUJÁ NILO JÁŔÁ DÚR KE GELO PRÁŃA KHULYA ÁIJ PRÁŃER KATHÁ BOLO ÁIGO TURÁ LÁCATE CALO
LUBIN VIHÁN ÁJ LATUN PATHIK ELO ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ LUBIN VIHÁN ÁJ LATUN PATHIK ELO HALADE KALAKER PHUL SONÁR VARAŃ HOLO CÚL BÁNDHYÁ KHOPÁTE MÁLÁ GÁNTHÁ HOLO DHARATE ÁNANDE DH’ALMALO ÁIGO TURÁ LÁCATE CALO
PHÁGUN ESECHE RAUNGER ÁGUN LIYE ÁIGO TURÁ LÁCATE CALO
Translation
The spring has come with the fire of colours, come, let us go dancing. There is no difficulty, the melody and tunes are well rehearsed, the rhythm is set and the feet are set. Paddy harvesting is completed, threshing and ponding are over, into the farmer’s home, foodoffering to the deity arrived. They accepted the offerings, and inertia went went away. Opening up the heart, today, you speak out your mind. On the new morning today, new traveler arrived. The yellow embroidery flowers have become golden. The chignon is tied and the floral garland is fixed to that, and the earth is overflowing with joy.
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