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2067 (13/11/1984) D


NIIL ÁKÁSHE CALE BHESE
SÁDÁ MEGHER BHELÁ
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ

NIICE GHÁSE ÁCHE MISHE
KUSH KÁSHERI MELÁ
SÁDÁ MEGHER BHELÁ

SHARAT BOLE ELUM ÁMI
SNIGDHA SHIITAL SHISHIR CUMI
ÁMÁR PÁSHE JÁRÁ ÁSE
TÁRÁO DILO DOLÁ
SÁDÁ MEGHER BHELÁ

SAḾGE ENECHI SHEFÁLII
GANDHE BHARÁ PHULER D́ÁLI
NIIRAVA RÁTE EI NIBHRITE
GÁNTHATE GÁNER MÁLÁ
SÁDÁ MEGHER BHELÁ

NIIL ÁKÁSHE CALE BHESE
SÁDÁ MEGHER BHELÁ


The boat of white clouds floats on into the blue sky.
Down below lies the young grass,

amidst a mesh of tall grasses and shrubs.

Winter says,
"I have come kissing the soft and cool dew and the snow.
Those who come to me, will also be stirred by me.


I have brought with me a bouquet of shefali flowers,
full of fragrance.


In the silent night,
in this isolation,
I thread the garland of songs."






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