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3089 (29/08/1985) D


MEGHER PARE MEGH JAMECHE,
ÁŚÁŔHER ÁKÁSHA,
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ

VRIŚT́I PAŔE JHAINJHÁ JHAŔE,
UNMATTA VÁTÁS
ÁŚÁŔHER ÁKÁSH,

PÁKHIR BÁSÁ BHÁSIYÁ JÁY,
ÁÁ
PÁKHIR BÁSÁ BHÁSIYÁ JÁY,
SIKTA PATHIK ÁSHRAY CÁY
DHÁNER KŚETE JALA SHROTE
SÁGARER ÁBHÁS
ÁŚÁŔHER ÁKÁSHA,

TARII BEYE NÁVIK CALE,
ÁÁ
TARII BEYE NÁVIK CALE,
KÚLA KINÁRÁ JÁY SE BHÚLE
THAI NÁ PEYE AGÁDH JALE,
VRIŚT́I TÁR UDÁS
ÁŚÁŔHER ÁKÁSHA,

MEGHER PARE MEGH JAMECHE,
ÁŚÁŔHER ÁKÁSHA,


Cloud piles upon cloud in the rainy season sky.

The storm comes,
the rain falls,
and the wind becomes frenzied.

The birds’ nest is blown away.

A rain-soaked traveler seeks shelter.

Streams of water fill the paddy fields;
it looks like an ocean.

The boatman navigates his boat,
forgetting about the shore’s edge.

The depth of the water is unfathomable to him.

In the rain lies his indifference to the world.








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