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1650 (01/08/1984) D



HÁRÁNO GÁNER HÁRÁNO SURETE
MOHAN BÁNSHIITE TÚLECHO TÁN

MANER GAHANE NIIRAVE VIJANE
KÁLA RÁTRIR HOLO AVASÁN
MOHAN BÁNSHIITE TÚLECHO TÁN

JE SUR HÁRÁYE GECHE BAHU DÚRE
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
JE SUR HÁRÁYE GECHE BAHU DÚRE
TÁHÁRE CÁHINI PUNAH PETE PHIRE
TULIYÁ CHILÁM BHÁVIYÁ CHILÁM
SE NAHE ÁR SPANDAMÁN
MOHAN BÁNSHIITE TÚLECHO TÁN

HÁRÁY NÁHI KICHU TOMÁR BHUVANE
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
HÁRÁY NÁHI KICHU TOMÁR BHUVANE
ÁSE ÁR JÁY PRATI KŚAŃE KŚAŃE
E SÁR SATYA BUJHITE PÁRINI,
TÁI KENDE KENDE HOYECHI MLÁNA
MOHAN BÁNSHIITE TÚLECHO TÁNA

HÁRÁNO GÁNER HÁRÁNO SURETE
MOHAN BÁNSHIITE TÚLECHO TÁN


By Your charming flute
You aroused melodies
of lost lyrics and tunes.

In the depth of my mind,
in solitude and silence,
my cimmerian dark night came to an end.

I wished not to lose again
the tune that had just drifted away.
I thought and pondered
but could no more find its vibration.

In Your universe,
nothing gets ever lost;
things come and go each moment.

This essence of absolute truth,
I could not understand.
Hence my crying and weeping,
and my becoming melancholic.








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