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1116 (22/12/1983) K


ÁKÁSHE ÁJ TÁRÁR MÁLÁ
MANER MÁJHE ANDHAKÁR
KÁR VIHANE RÁTRI DINE
KLESHA SÁGARA AMEYA APÁR
MANER MÁJHE ANDHAKÁR

PHULER VANE NEIKO SUVÁSA
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
PHULER VANE NEIKO SUVÁSA
CANDRA VIHIIN ÁKÁSH UDÁS
TUHINE NEI SHIITALATÁ, SVÁD
VIHIIN MADHU ASÁR

KALÁP HIINA MAYUR BIRASE
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
KALÁP HIINA MAYUR BIRASE
KENDE BHOLE PRÁŃOCCHVÁSE
NRITYA CAPAL CARAŃ YUGALA
BHULECHE CHANDA E BÁR


Today,
clusters of stars appear in the sky,
but in my mind, darkness lingers on.

Due to whose absence,
in day and night,
an immeasurably immense ocean of agony
has built up?

In the floral garden,
there is no fragrance.
The sky is sullen and without moon.

Ice seems bereft of coolness,
and honey has become tasteless.

The peacock,
losing its beautiful tail,
weeps and cries.

Forsaking vitality,
a wandering,
dancing pair,
has forgotten the rhythm of time.









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