3839 (19/11/1986) D


GÁNER E TARII KHÁNI
BHÁSIE CHILUM NABHONIILE

TUMI KE ELE MOR SURER SÁTHI
E TARAŃII VÁHIBE BALE
BHÁSIE CHILUM NABHONIILE

SAHASÁ KE JENO KAY
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
SAHASÁ KE JENO KAY
SE ÁSE E DUHKHER SAMAY
E KARŃADHÁR LUKIYE RAY
MANER KOŃE KICHU NÁ BOLE
BHÁSIE CHILUM NABHONIILE

PARICAYA D́HÁKE REKHE?
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
PARICAYA D́HÁKE REKHE?
KICHUTE NÁ BOLE SE KE
BOLE SHUDHU THEKE THEKE
PRIITIR T́ÁNE MORE ÁNILE
BHÁSIE CHILUM NABHONIILE

GÁNER E TARII KHÁNI
BHÁSIE CHILUM NABHONIILE







This boat of songs floats in the blue sky.

Who are You,
companion of my melody,
steering this boat of mine?

As if suddenly announced by someone,
He comes at the time of sorrow.
This helmsman remains silently hidden,
without saying anything,
in the recess of my mind.

He avoids introducing Himself.
He keeps quiet.
Who is He?
He sits and sits and only says:
“Let me be brought to You by the pull of love.”