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1202 (31/01/1984) D


ÁMÁR SE DIN HÁRIYE GECHE
JABE NIJEKE HÁRIYECHI
PHULER KALI JHARE GECHE
NONATÁ HÁTEJABE CHUNYECHI
JABE NIJEKE HÁRIYECHI

ÁMÁR SE DIN HÁRIYE GECHE
RÁTRI ÁSE DIN O ÁSE
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
RÁTRI ÁSE DIN O ÁSE TEMAN HÁSI NÁHI HÁSE
RÁTRI ÁSE DIN O ÁSE TEMAN HÁSI NÁHI HÁSE
JEMAN TÁRÁ HÁSATO ÁGE
PRÁŃA DIYE JABE BHÁLOBESECHI
JABE NIJEKE HÁRIYECHI

ÁMÁR SE DIN HÁRIYE GECHE
VASANTA RÁG ÁJO SHUNI
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
VASANTA RÁG ÁJO SHUNI
HIYÁR UCCHALATÁO MÁNI
SHUKNO PÁTÁR MARMARETE
KISHALAYER DHVANI SHUNECHI
JABE NIJEKE HÁRIYECHI

ÁMÁR SE DIN HÁRIYE GECHE
JABE NIJEKE HÁRIYECHI


Those days of mine,
when I had lost myself,
are over.

The buds of flowers dropped down
when I touched them with my bare hands.

Nights come,
days also come.
Yet, their smiles do not come,
the way they used to come earlier.

Today, I listen to the tune of spring
and take it to be the outburst of my heart.

In the murmur of dry leaves,
I hear the sound of tender leaves.









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