PS 5010
KACI KISHALAY JA'GIYA' UT'HECHE JAR'ATA'R SHES'E E PHA'GUNE
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
KACI KISHALAY JÁGIÁ UT́HECHE JAŔATÁR SHEŚE E PHÁGUNE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
SHATA ÁSHÁ PRATYÁSHÁ NIYE CHOT́T́A DEHE CHOT́T́A MANE JAŔATÁR SHEŚE E PHÁGUNE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
ALAS HOYE MORÁ AVÁK VISMAYE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ ALAS HOYE MORÁ AVÁK VISMAYE BASIÁ DEKHIBO NÁ TÁR KŚATI KŚAYE CÁI KISHALAYER ÁSHÁ JÁK EGIE PARIPURŃATÁR PÁNE JAŔATÁR SHEŚE E PHÁGUNE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
PATRE PARIŃATA HOK KISHALAY ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ PATRE PARIŃATA HOK KISHALAY JIIVA JAGAT JAŔ HOUK NIRBHAY SABÁI PEYE GIYE NIRÁPADA ÁSHRAYA CALUK BRHATER ABHIDHYÁNE KACI KISHALAY JÁGIÁ UT́HECHE JAŔATÁR SHEŚE E PHÁGUNE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
Translation
The tender leaves have have awakened at the end of the inertia during this spring carrying hundreds of hopes and expectations, with the small body and small mind. We become lazy, speechless with astonishment. I shall not sit looking at their damage and decay. I want the aspirations of the leaves to move ahead towards perfection. Let the tender leaves grow as full leaves, so that the living beings of the world become fearless. Let everyone get safe shelter, and move towards the contemplation of the Great.
Thoughts
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