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1693 (19/08/1984) D



SEI, SONÁLII SVAPANE ÁMI
DEKHECHI GO EK DESHA

JETHÁ VAINCANÁ NÁI KONO
KEU DEY NÁKO KLESHA
DEKHECHI GO EK DESHA

SETHÁ, KUSUM MADHUTE BHARÁ
NÁI KONO KÁNT́Á TÁYA
SETHÁ AMÁR ÁNDHÁR CIRE
KAOMUDII JHALAKÁYA
SETHÁ GOPANE GAHANE KE JE
GEYECHE GIITI ASHEŚA
DEKHECHI GO EK DESHA

SETHÁ, SARITÁ JOÁRE BHARÁ
NEI KONO BHÁT́Á TÁYA
SETHÁ, MAMATÁY BÚK BHARÁ
PRIITI DHÁRÁ UPACÁYA
SEI, ÁLOR RÁJYE ESE ÁMI
PEYECHI PRIITIR RESHA
DEKHECHI GO EK DESHA

SEI, SONÁLII SVAPANE ÁMI
DEKHECHI GO EK DESHA


In that golden dream,
I saw a continent.

In that world,
there was no deprivation,
and no infliction of pain.

There, flowers were full of honey,
and on them, there were no thorns.

There, the moonlight flashed,
piercing through the dark night.

There, secretly, in some recess,
someone sang the song of infinity.

There, the river tides were high,
with no lowering to be observed.

There, bosoms were full of affection,
overflowing with the stream of love.

Entering that kingdom of effulgence,
I found the trace of love.







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