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1247 (14/02/1984) Kf+K


NAYANE VARAŚÁ ELO
NAYANE VARAŚÁ ELO
NAYANE VARAŚÁ ELO
KENO MRIGA NAYANII

PHUL TULECHO SUR SEDHECHO
SE KII TABE ÁSENI
TÁMBÚLERI RÁGE
RAUNGIIN OŚT́ÁDHARER BHÁŚÁ JE KŚIIŃA
KON HATÁSHÁY SANDHYÁ
BELÁY SÁNJHER SÁJE SÁJONI
KENO MRIGA NAYANII

ÁKÁSH PÁNE CEYE ÁCHO
KABARIIR VEŃI KHULECHO
MANDRÁKÁNTÁ TÁLE TÁLE
SHIKHIRE NÁCÁO NI
TUMI, SÁNJHER SHAUNKHA BÁJÁO NI
KENO MRIGA NAYANII


O deer eyed one,
why are your eyes full of tears?

You picked up flowers,
you rehearsed your melody,
and yet, He still did not come.

On lips coloured red with betel leaves
why does your voice faint?

Tonight, under the impulse of what disheartenment,
why have you not dressed up in your evening dress?

You have so long been looking at the sky
that the garland on your chignon became loosened.

With each rhythm of specific mandakanta beats,
you do not entertain enthusiasm,
you did not blow your evening conch.









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