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4192 (13/11/1987) D


ÁMI JHARŃA DHÁRAY NÁCI GO,
ÁMI KIMSHUKE BHESE JÁI
ÁMI PUSPA KORAKE MADHU GO,
ÁMI ÁVESHE DHARÁ MÁ’TÁ’I
MOR TULANÁ NÁI,
MOR TULANÁ NÁI

JÁRÁ ESECHILO ATIITE,
ÁÁ
JÁRÁ ESECHILO ATIITE,
JÁRÁ ÁCHE ÁJO DHARÁTE
ÁSBE JÁRÁ BHAVIŚYATE,
TÁDER MÁDHURII GÁI
MOR TULANÁ NÁI,
MOR TULANÁ NÁI

ÁMI RAKTIM RÁ’GE NAVÁRUŃ,
ÁÁ
ÁMI RAKTIM RÁGE NAVÁRUŃ,
ÁMI KHARA VAESHÁKHERI ÁGUN
ÁMI KISHALAYE BHARÁ PHÁGUN,
DIIPAKE PRÁŃA JÁGÁI
MOR TULANÁ NÁI,
MOR TULANÁ NÁI


I dance in the fountains.
I drift along
filled with the beauty of the kimshuk flower.
I am the nectar in the buds of flowers.
I make the world mad with impulse.
I have no comparison.

I sing the glories of those who came in the past,
of those who still exist today
and of those who will come in future.

I am the new sun with crimson rays.
I am also the scorching heat of summer.
I am the spring season full of new leaves.
I awaken life with my own effulgence.







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