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89 (08/11/1982) K


KICHU PHÚL CÁY HÁT BÁŔHÁTE
HEMANTE SADÁ DHARE RÁKHITE

SHIITER ÁMEJ ÁJO ÁSE NI HEMANTE JÁI JÁI KARENI
GÁCHER PÁTÁ ÁJO JHARENI


EI PARIVESHE BASE GÁN GEYE JÁI
ÁMI, EI PARIVESHE BASE GÁN GEYE JÁI
TOMÁY SATATA JENO KÁCHE THEKE PÁI

SHIITER ÁŔAŚT́ATÁ AJO ÁSE NI
KUHÁSHÁ EKHANO COKHE BHÁSE NI
KAMALÁR VAN RAḾGE HÁSE NI
EI PARIVESHE BASE TOMÁKE SHUDHÁI
ÁMI, EI PARIVESHE BASE TOMÁKE SHUDHÁI
SADÁ KENO BOLE THÁKO JÁI JÁI JÁI


Some flowers want to stretch out their arms
to delay the autumn forever.

The spell of winter has not yet come,
for autumn will not depart soon.

The leaves have not yet fallen,
and in this atmosphere I sit and sing.
Let me feel You always near.

The dullness of winter is not yet here.
No mists float before my eyes.
In the lotus grove is no laughter or frolic.

Amidst this atmosphere I ask myself,
"Why do You always say, I'm going, going, going?"








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