PS 4983
TA' THAE TA' THAE THAE THAE NA'CE BHAERAVA OI HA'TER
Renditions
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Roman script
TÁ THAE TÁ THAE THAE THAE NÁCE BHAERAVA OI HÁTER HUTÁSH KÁMPE VÁTÁSE MUKTA JAT́Á JÁL ÁKÁSHE
KETU KAMPRAMÁN ULKÁ VAHNIMÁN TÁRÁ KHASE NABHE SANTRÁSE SUJAN CHUT́E ESO SUMAN NÁCE HÁSO ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ SUJAN CHUT́E ESO SUMAN NÁCE HÁSO TÁLE TÁL DIYE BOLO MÁ BHAEH BOLITE BOLO SHONO TÁR NIKKAN KÁNE BHÁSE MUKTA JAT́Á JÁL ÁKÁSHE
NUPÚRER JHAUNKÁRE PÁPII MRYAMÁŃ ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ NUPÚRER JHAUNKÁRE PÁPII MRYAMÁŃ VIŚÁŃER HUNKÁRE PISHÁC KŚIIYAMÁN D́AMBARU AMBARE ÁNACHE NÚTAN VÁN DÁNAVER SHEŚA DASHÁ ESECHE MUKTA JAT́Á JÁL ÁKÁSHE
TÁ THAE TÁ THAE THAE THAE NÁCE BHAERAVA OI HÁTER HUTÁSH KÁMPE VÁTÁSE MUKTA JAT́Á JÁL ÁKÁSHE
Translation
The terrible Lord Shiva is dancing with rhythms. With flaming torch in hand, the air oscillates, and open matted hair is spread in the sky. The meteorites and comets are shaking, and burning stars are slipping off due to great fear. O the good people, with good mind, dance and smile, with beats of the rhythm, move on, and go on saying, “do not fear”. Listen, the tinkling of His anklebell floats in the ears. Due to twang of the anklet, the sinners are about to die. By the roar of the long horn, the ghosts are on verge of destroying. The sound of d’ambaru, the hand held drum, brings new flood, and the last stage of the devil has come.
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