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118 (16/11/1982) D


VARAŚÁ ESECHE BHAROSÁ ESECHE
CÁTAKERÁ TRŚÁ MIT́ECHE

SHUŚK TRIŃERÁ SHYÁMAL SHOBHÁY
GALICÁR RÚP DHARECHE
JAL PAŔITECHE JHAMÁJHAM KARE
AMARÁR SUDHÁ JENO JHARE PAŔE
HÁRÁNO MÁDHURI TARUTE PHIRECHE
JIIVERÁ NÚTAN PRÁŃ PEYECHE
CÁTAKERÁ TRŚÁ MIT́ECHE

CALO CHUT́E CALI LAKŚYER PÁNE
ÁJI, CALO CHUT́E CALI LAKŚYER PÁNE
DÚRANTA GÁNE DURDAM PRÁŃE
PHIRE CÁHIBÁR GHUME KÁT́ÁBÁR
SAB AVASAR CALE GECHE
ÁJ, SAB AVASAR CALE GECHE
CÁTAKER TRIŚÁ MIT́ECHE


The rains have come, and hope has returned.
The skylark's thirst is quenched.
The once parched grasses,
in verdant new beauty, carpet the earth.

The rains are pattering on the ground,
as if heavenly nectar was dripping down.
The lost sweetness has returned to the trees
and all the creatures have found new life.

Let us rush today towards our goal supreme,
with full throated songs, with indomitable spirit.
Now, there is no time to look back or sleep.









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