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1104 (19/12/1983) D


KENDE KENDE KATA KABARI BANDHA
KHULIÁ GIYÁCHE KÁR TARE
BOLO, KHULIÁ GIYÁCHE KÁR TARE

VYATHÁ BHARÁ COKHE VYÁKULATÁ D́HEKE
RÁKHITE PÁRO NÁ RÁGE SURE
KHULIÁ GIYÁCHE KÁR TARE
BOLO, KHULIÁ GIYÁCHE KÁR TARE

DINER ÁLOK MLÁN HOYE GECHE
SANDHYÁ RAVIR SAMAY HOYECHE
EKHAN VIJANE KENO ÁCHO BASE
KÁR SMRITI MANTHAN KARE
BOLO, KÁR SMRITI MANTHAN KARE
KHULIÁ GIYÁCHE KÁR TARE
BOLO, KHULIÁ GIYÁCHE KÁR TARE

BALÁKÁ JÁY DÚRE BAHU DÚRE
PUNAH PHIRE ÁSE ÁPANÁR NIIŔE
TOMÁR BANDHUÁ YADI DÚRE GECHE
ÁBÁR SE ESE JÁBE PHIRE
KHULIÁ GIYÁCHE KÁR TARE
BOLO, KHULIÁ GIYÁCHE KÁR TARE


Crying time and again,
for whom does your bound chignon loosen out?

Your sorrowful eyes,
covering up all agitation,
are unable to hold tunes and melody.

The light of day has diminished.
The time of sunset has come.

At this time,
why do you sit alone,
churning over whose memory?

The swan flies far off,
and again returns back to its nest.
Your close friend went far away.
Will He come again this time?







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