MADHUR CEYEO ÁRO MADHUR
ÁMÁR BÁUNGLÁ BHÁŚÁ
ÁMÁR PRÁŃER BHÁŚÁ
ÁMÁR BÁUNGLÁ BHÁŚÁ
SHIRÁR SHOTE DHAMANIITE
RAKTE MARME MESHÁ
ÁMÁR PRÁŃER BHÁŚÁ
ÁMÁR BÁUNGLÁ BHÁŚÁ
OŚT́HE JAKHAN ELO HÁSI
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OŚT́HE JAKHAN ELO HÁSI
NÁVALO COKHE ÁLOR RÁSHI
BOLE CHILUM KOLE BASI
MÁ TUMI KLESHA NÁSHÁ
ÁMÁR PRÁŃER BHÁŚÁ
ÁMÁR BÁUNGLÁ BHÁŚÁ
ANÁDARE AVAHELÁY
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ANÁDARE AVAHELÁY
TOMÁRE MÁ KE ÁJ KÁNDÁY
JIIRŃA VÁSE DHULÁY LUT́ÁY,
JE MOR SAKAL ÁSHÁ
ÁMÁR PRÁŃER BHÁŚÁ
ÁMÁR BÁUNGLÁ BHÁŚÁ
MADHUR CEYEO ÁRO MADHUR
ÁMÁR BÁUNGLÁ BHÁŚÁ
My Benga’lii language is sweeter than the sweetest. It is language of my life. From
nerves to arteries it is merged into the blood and the core of heart. When smile came on
the lips, it brings brightness onto the eyes. Sitting in the lap, I had told, “O Mother
you destroy all pains. Due to disrespect and negligence, who makes you cry today, O
mother? With torn clothes, you are lying in the dust, who is my entire hope”