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3015 (13/08/1985) D


ÁMÁR, DIN CALE JÁY,
DIN CALE JÁYA

CÁNDER ÁLOY NISHÁR KÁLOY
BHÚLIYE DIYE, KOTHÁY JE HÁRÁY
DIN CALE JÁY,
DIN CALE JÁYA

BHEVE CHILUM LÁGBO KÁJE,
ÁÁ
BHEVE CHILUM LÁGBO KÁJE,
THÁKABO METE SABÁR MÁJHE
RAIBO SEJE NÁNÁN SÁJE,
TOMÁR MAN JÁ CÁY
DIN CALE JÁY,
DIN CALE JÁYA

BHEVE CHILUM KAIBE KATHÁ,
ÁÁ
BHEVE CHILUM KAIBE KATHÁ,
SHONÁBE SÁR ITIKATHÁ
BAYE JÁBO SEI VÁRTÁ, SÁRÁ VASUDHÁY
DIN CALE JÁY,
DIN CALE JÁYA
ÁMÁR, DIN CALE JÁY,
DIN CALE JÁYA


My days are passing.
Forgetting the soft moonlight and dark nights,
where have those days gone?

I thought I would keep busy,
stay engrossed with everyone
and remain clothed with decorations.
Isn’t this what You wanted?

I was thinking that I should say what was what,
speak of the essence of history,
and go on floating
amidst the affairs of the whole world.

My days are passing.








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