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920 (01/09/1983) K


JHARÁ PÁTÁ KÁNDE? VANE
VYATHÁ JÁGÁY JE MANE
HÁRÁNO DINER SMRITI
ÁSE JE SAḾGOPANE
JHARÁ PÁTÁ KÁNDE VANE
VYATHÁ JÁGÁY JE MANE

BHÚLE THÁKÁ BHOLÁ NAY
E KATHÁ SAKALE JÁNE
JE RÁG DHVANIYÁ CHILO
SE AMAR SAKALE MÁNE
JHARÁ PÁTÁ KÁNDE VANE
VYATHÁ JÁGÁY JE MANE

JE MADHU HIYÁTE CHILO
JE BANDHU PRÁŃE PASHILO
JE VIDHU HÁSIYÁ CHILO
RAYECHE SMRITIR KOŃE
JHARÁ PÁTÁ KÁNDE VANE
VYATHÁ JÁGÁY JE MANE


Dropped leaves cry in the forest
and arouse pain in my mind.
Memories of those bygone days
come secretly.

To remain oblivious is not forgetting.
This fact is known to all.

The tune that resounded is immortal.
This is accepted by all.

The sweetness that lay in my mind,
the friend who entered my heart,
the moon that smiled...
all linger on in the recess of memory.










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