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59 (27/10/1982)


NANIR PUTUL, T́UT́ULT́UT́UL
HÁTH PÁ NÁŔCHE HESE HESE

ANGULI GULI CAMPAK KALI
DYULOKER DYUTI COKHE BHÁSE
HÁTH PÁ NÁŔCHE HESE HESE

KUSUMITA VAN KARIÁ CAYAN
ESECHE KHOKHAN/KHUKHU NAVA DESHE
HÁT PÁ NÁŔCHE HESE HESE

GAŔE TULE NOBO BAŔ KARE NOBO
KOLE TULE NOBO BHÁLO BESE
HÁT PÁ NÁŔCHE HESE HESE

NANIR PUTUL T́UT́ULT́UT́UL
HÁTH PÁ NÁŔCHE HESE HESE


Our darling baby is like a little doll of butter,
wiggling his/her hands and feet,
laughing with glee and joy.

His/Her fingers are like blossoms of champaka flowers.
The lustre of the celestial world is glowing in his/her eyes.
Plucking tender flowers from the forest,

the baby has arrived in a new land.

I will nurture him/her well.
I will help him/her to grow.
I will take him/her on my lap with love.







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