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130 (20/11/1982) D


SONÁLI BHOR JIIVANE MOR
ÁBÁR KII RE ÁSCE PHIRE

SHATA VYATHÁR SHATA VEDANÁR
SHATA LÁINCHANÁR ÁNDHÁR CIRE

SONÁLI BHOR JIIVANE MOR
ÁBÁR KII RE ÁSCE PHIRE

KATA PRADOŚ KATA PRABHÁT
KATA SHARAT VASANTA RÁT
KATA ÁSHÁ KATA BHAROSÁ
BHESE GECHE ASHRU NIIRE

SONÁLI BHOR JIIVANE MOR
ÁBÁR KII RE ÁSCE PHIRE

PÚRVÁKÁSHE ARUŃ HÁSE
VÁTÁS BHÁSE PHÚLA SUVÁSE
NAVA VARSE NAVA HARŚE
VYTHÁR SMRITI JÁY JE SARE

SONÁLI BHOR JIIVANE MOR
ÁBÁR KII RE ÁSCE PHIRE


The golden dawn of my life, is it returning again?
Piercing the darkness of countless pains,
countless agonies, countless humiliations.

How many twilights, how many dawns,
how many autumn and spring nights,
how many hopes and aspirations
have all passed by, floating away in tears?

On the eastern horizon the crimson dawn smiles,
the fragrance of flowers floats in the air.
With the new delight of the new year,
the memories of pain all vanish away.









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