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ÁKÁSHA D́ÁKIYÁ JÁY,
NIILIMÁR KOŃE KOŃE

VÁTÁS MADHUKŚARAY,
MANANER PRATI KŚAŃE
NIILIMÁR KOŃE KOŃE

PRABHÁT ÁLOKE JE RÚPA DEKHE JÁI
ÁÁ
PRABHÁT ÁLOKE JE RÚPA DEKHE JÁI
SANDHYÁR RAKTA RÁGE TÁRE NÁHI PÁI
PALE PALE NAVA NAVA VICITRA ANUBHAVA
BHUVANER MANE MANE,
NIILIMÁR KOŃE KOŃE

SHUŚKA NIDÁGHE PRAKRITIRE JÁ DEKHI
ÁÁ
SHUŚKA NIDÁGHE PRAKRITIRE JÁ DEKHI
SHARATER SÁDÁ MEGHE SE THÁKE NÁKI
SHIITER JAD́ATÁY JE TARU SHOBHÁ HÁRÁY
SEO PHIRE PÁY PHÁGUNER ÁGAMANE,
NIILIMÁR KOŃE KOŃE

ÁKÁSHA D́ÁKIYÁ JÁY,
NIILIMÁR KOŃE KOŃE


The sky cries out, from all corners.

The air constantly seeps sweetness into my mind.

The beauty that I see in the morning light,
I cannot find in the colors of the evening.

Each moment new feelings enter the mind of the world.

Nature’s dry hot summer sun,
fades away amidst the white clouds of autumn.

Winter’s inertia, when the trees lose their beauty,
is reversed with the arrival of spring.









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